"I was walking along the road with two friends – the sun was setting – suddenly the sky turned blood red – I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence – there was blood and tongues of fire abo…"

"There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love."

"Art is a way to stop time."

"The trees are like spectres, the sky is like a bleeding wound."

"The strange light illuminated all those night-time meetings that took place in every imaginable sort of café; the lips mouthing defiant words, heedless of restraint or consequence, often overbearing a…"