Somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom, despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether.

A life without memory is no life at all

Bound, elbow to elbow, darkness and night entered the dwelling.

God and Country are an unbeatable team; they break all records for oppression and bloodshed.

In any society, the artist has a responsibility. His effectiveness is certainly limited and a painter or writer cannot change the world. But they can keep an essential margin of non-conformity alive. Thanks to them the powerful can never affirm that everyone agrees with their acts. That small difference is important.

The discreet charm of the bourgeoisie