If you lie to yourself about your own pain, you will be killed by those who will claim you enjoyed it
But too many people now climb onto the cross merely to be seen from a greater distance, even if they have to trample somewhat on the one who has been there so long. Too many people have decided to do without generosity in order to practice charity.
Every brushstroke, every metaphor, every word is a testimony and the gravest of confessions. The artist is the work and the work is the artist and that is the only way.
If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor.
‘Maybe everything bad that happens to you makes you weaker,’ said Giovanni, as though he had not heard me, ‘and so you can stand less and less.’