Most people have never known solitude. But there are a few of the other kind who can go back to their rooms anywhere and close the door on the whole world, and feel that they need never emerge.

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I have no friends, there are only people I love.

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Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

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For each man there awaits a particular image capable of annihilating the entire universe.

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Your imagination, my dear fellow, is worth more than you imagine.

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What on earth is modern exegesis up to? Oh, little lazy one! Some red wine and up! Off you go, brandishing your fork, stripped of Ophelia's useless ornaments, fire in your large nostrils, out to rake the muck of metaphors.

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Photography intervenes in a very strange way. It makes the streets, gates, squares of the city into illustrations of a trashy novel, draws off the banal obviousness of this ancient architecture to inject it with the most pristine intensity.

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Language was not given to man: he seized it.

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The painting of tomorrow will use the photographic eye as it has used the human eye.

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We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.

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