Art is not a pastime but a priesthood.

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.

I have lost my seven best friends, which is to say God has had mercy on me seven times without realizing it. He lent a friendship, took it from me, sent me another.

Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.