Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious. art & marriage
I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you dislike? success
I am a lie who always speaks the truth. truth
Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. death
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. sadness
A film is a petrified fountain of thought. movies
You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive. death
The poet doesn't invent. He listens. poetry
The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth. poetry & truth
The extreme limit of wisdom, that's what the public calls madness. wisdom
All good music resembles something. Good music stirs by its mysterious resemblance to the objects and feelings which motivated it. being good & music
A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses. poetry
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture. art
Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for. poetry
Children and lunatics cut the Gordian knot which the poet spends his life patiently trying to untie. poetry
After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. death
Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper. art
I love cats because I enjoy my home and little by little, they become its visible soul. home, love & pets
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. death
We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of those we don't like? success
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up. art & success
Emotion resulting from a work of art is only of value when it is not obtained by sentimental blackmail. art & work
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying. death
Art is not a pastime but a priesthood. art