No art is possible without a dance with death.

For to love persons is to have died to the need for persons and to be utterly alone.

But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.

Realism was the death of art.

To die for lack of love is horrible. The asphyxia of the soul.

Arts have died in Europe, what we see now in the name of art are the pieces of those artists who are already dead. There is no living art. We, as Turkey, should start a lively, fresh understanding of art.

You aren’t making art, you’re making corpses. Dead is dead.

What is art but the denial of life?

He thought the fear of death was perhaps the root of all art, perhaps also of all things of the mind. We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, as transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something that lasts longer than we do.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly, that you feel you could die of it! [And then probably with a fourth sniff as a break] Eh? What? Isn't that so, my dear chap?

Life isn't long enough for love and art.

Art lives from constraints and dies from freedom.

If you ever allow yourself to see it will be the death of you. And that is why love is so terrifying, for to love is to see and to see is to die. But it is the most delightful exhilarating experience in the whole world. For in the death of the ego is freedom, peace, serenity, joy.

Love is like death. It is fulfillment and an evening after which nothing more may follow.