What you possess is not what you jingle in the pockets of your memory, but the imaginings with which you fill the spaces of the future.

Isn't that what love means, to fill ordinary, commonplace, conventional things with magic and significance, not to need the moon and white scent-heavy flowers at night?

Cinema can fill in the empty spaces of your life and your loneliness.

There is something very independent about French balloons - you feel you couldn't make a pet of one.

Only the artists interest me whose hearts beat in unison with the poignant misery of the world. If you have not felt that, you have not lived. Pity is essential.

Why don't people take the trouble to let you know that they are alive? It is so much more important. The whole system is wrong. No sooner do I die, than all the flowers I have ever longed for in life pour in.