"The dream I had yesterday and today: the dense forest turns into a shopping district. The happy and mundane world will vent their anger. This is not my beautiful house. This is not my beautiful wife. How did I get here?"

"Cause if a part of me is a part of you, and there's a part of me that's beautiful, does that make you beautiful too?"

"I don't know that I believe in art but I certainly believe in light"

"The poets first spell is metaphor"

"The designed, purpose-built playgrounds which are scattered throughout the city are, for the time being, indispensable places of refuge for children. But, like prostheses, they are also a painful reminder of how severely the city, which should itself be a playground for its citizens and children, has been amputated in this respect"

"There are more stories to tell than there are people to tell them"

"Le vent se lève! Il faut tenter de vivre!"

"A sense of purpose. I think that's when I started to become a real artist. If there's such a thing."

"Creation and art loses its magic the moment it becomes a conscious work"