Nothing retains less of desire in art, in science, than this will to industry, booty, possession.
Beauty will be CONVULSIVE or will not be at all.
Everything tends to make us believe that there exists a certain point of the mind at which life and death, the real and the imagined, past and future, the communicable and the incommunicable, high and low, cease to be perceived as contradictions.
If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.
It is impossible for me to envisage a picture as being other than a window, and ... my first concern is then to know what it looks out on.
There is nothing with which it is so dangerous to take liberties as liberty itself.