“We have art in order not to die of the truth.”

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.

Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.

Without music, life would be a mistake.

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

Invisible threads are the strongest ties.

One must give value to their existence by behaving as if ones very existence were a work of art.

The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night.

Silence is worse; all truths that are kept silent become poisonous.

The most perfidious way of harming a cause consists of defending it deliberately with faulty arguments.

After coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands.

There are no facts, only interpretations.

Is man merely a mistake of God’s? Or God merely a mistake of man?

The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.

And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.

The very thought of you has my legs spread apart like an easel with a canvas begging for art.

It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.

Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is showered with a light of faith, water of sincerity, and an art of passion.

We are not just Art for Michelangelo to carve, he can’t rewrite the agro of my furied heart.

For a female artist, it takes a lot more to be taken seriously if you’re not sat down at a piano or with a guitar, you know?

I think the artists are really the face of the music they make. It’s no longer the genre that dictates it.

For being different, it’s easy. But to be unique, it’s a complicated thing.

As artists, we are eternally heartbroken.