There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, - handsome, Twentytwoyearold.

Art must not be concentrated in dead shrines called museums. lt must be spread everywhere – on the streets, in the trams, factories, workshops, and in the workers' homes.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

Our planet is poorly equipped for delight. One must snatch gladness from the days that are. In this life it's not difficult to die. To make life is more difficult by far.

If you wish, I shall grow irreproachably tender: not a man, but a cloud in trousers!

In the church of my heart the choir is on fire

Listen! If stars are lit It means there is someone who needs it, It means someone wants them to be, That someone deems those specks of spit Magnificent!

I want to be understood by my country, but if I fail to be understood - what then?, I shall pass through my native land to one side, like a shower of slanting rain.

Gentle souls! You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the drums violently. But can you turn yourselves inside out, like me And become just two lips entirely?

On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.

But I, from poetry's skies, plunge into communism, because without it I feel no love.

The marks humans leave are too often scars.

He might not like that she'd dated the guy one, but he didn't want him dead. Most of the time.

I am still in love with couture because it is just two months from drawing pad to runway so everything on the catwalk is hot from the oven.

I'm dead annoyed that I'm finding it so difficult to stop. But I am getting there [on kicking smoking habit]

I often say now I don't have any choice whether or not I have Parkinson's, but surrounding that non-choice is a million other choices that I can make.

I'm not outright seeking stuff. Because all I want to do is done. I bought my mother a nice house and pretty dress.

It is better for a country to have a strong leader, this applies to the United States as well as to Rwanda.

It is a task of art to express clear vision of reality.

War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle.

Anybody with artistic ambitions is always trying to reconnect with the way they saw things as a child.