When A Society Decays, It Is Language

Because Two Bodies, Naked And Entwined, Leap Over Time, They Are Invulnerable, Nothing Can Touch Them, They Return To The Source. There Is No You, No I, No Tomorrow, No Yesterday, No Names, The Truth Of Two In A Single Body, A Single Soul, Oh Total Being.

What Distinguishes Modern Art From The Art Of Other Ages Is Criticism.

Contemporary Man Has Rationalized The Myths, But He Has Not Been Able To Destroy Them.

Death Is The Mother Of Forms.

Each Time We Try To Express Ourselves We Have To Break With Ourselves.