...beauty is a world betrayed. The only way we can encounter it is if its persecutors have overlooked it somewere. Beauty hides behind the scenes of … - Milan Kundera

Because to live in a world in which no one is forgiven, where all are irredeemable, is the same as living in hell.

Bacon's portraits are an interrogation on the limits of the self. Up to what degree of distortion does an individual still remain himself? To what degree of distortion does a beloved person still remain a beloved person? For how long does a cherished face growing remote through illness, through madness, through hatred, through death still remain recognizable? Where is the border beyond which a self ceases to be a self?

No es la necesidad, sino la casualidad, la que está llena de encantos, si el amor debe ser inolvidable, las casualidades deben volar hacia él desde el primer momento