Money is everywhere but so is poetry. What we lack are the poets. - Federico Fellini

Понякога завиждам на живописците. Когато ме посети Балтус, той ми каза, че ми завиждал, задето правя изкуство, което се движи. Аз пък му завиждах, защото можеше да работи всеки божи ден от живота си. Трябваха ми само бои, платно и малко супа.

If there were a little more silence, if we all kept quiet...maybe we could understand something.

Objects and their functions no longer had any significance. All I perceived was perception itself, the hell of forms and figures devoid of human emotion and detached from the reality of my unreal environment. I was an instrument in a virtual world that constantly renewed its own meaningless image in a living world that was itself perceived outside of nature. And since the appearance of things was no longer definitive but limitless, this paradisiacal awareness freed me from the reality external to myself. The fire and the rose, as it were, became one.