Die meisten Menschen leben in den Ruinen ihrer Gewohnheiten. - Jean Cocteau

There is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking.

When a work appears to be ahead of its time, it is only the time that is behind the work.

In two weeks, despite these notes, I shall no longer believe in what I am experiencing now. One must leave behind a trace of this journey which memory forgets. One must, when this is impossible, write or draw without responding to the romantic solicitations of pain, without enjoying suffering like music, tieing a pen to one's foot if need be, helping the doctors who can learn nothing from laziness.