My father was a monster. A monster! I cut with my family when I was 23 and I never see them again.

I wanted to be loved by my father. I could do anything to be loved by my father.

Every work of art belongs to his time. I would not paint again the Mona Lisa in the third dimension.

Every one of us is a perfect human being, deformed by the family, the society and the culture.

I like Hollywood movies. I like them like I like to eat scrambled eggs; I like them for fun.

I was a happy man, never working. Sometimes I saw days with no money to eat. It was not so difficult.