Marcel Proust

The bonds that unite another person to our self exist only in our mind.

Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees.

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.

I don't really have any interest in doing Donald Blake stories. Maybe it's just I don't know what to do with that sort of alter ego.

I would never create an image for myself; I'm not that clever.

I don't like to get in front of people.