I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative arts, folklore, advertising, voices making announcements, aerodynamism, boy scouts, the smell of moth balls, events of the moment, and drunken people.

A thing which is present can be invisible, hidden by what it shows

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see.

The famous pipe. How people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it's just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture “This is a pipe”, I'd have been lying!

Nothing is confused except the mind.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.