艺术是使我们能够认识真相的谎言。

我不想出名，我只想自由。

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease; the happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.