“There are only two kinds of freedom in the world; the freedom of the rich and powerful, and the freedom of the artist and the monk who renounces possessions.”

It was while helping others to be free that I gained my own freedom.

Luxury is not a necessity to me, but beautiful and good things are.

What is love but acceptance of the other, whatever he is.

What everyone forgets is that passion is not merely a heightened sensual fusion but a way of life which produces, as in the mystics, an ecstatic awareness of the whole of life.

I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.

We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live.

She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.

Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

Passion gives me moments of wholeness.

The only transformer and alchemist that turns everything into gold is love. The only magic against death, aging, ordinary life, is love.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

The great artist is the simplifier.

What makes a song last is real content from a mind that is thinking a little bit harder about certain things. A lot of artists don’t really think that hard.

If you are born an artist, you have no choice but to fight to stay an artist.

When art critics get together they talk about Form and Structure and Meaning. When artists get together they talk about where you can buy cheap turpentine.

In every photographer there was a painter, a true artist, awaiting expression.

I do not seek. I find.

In an artist’s life, death is perhaps not the most difficult thing.

In every photographer there was a painter, a true artist, awaiting expression.