My mistakes are my life. ― Samuel Beckett (ph. by Rosemarie Clausen)

I am not a star. I am an actor. But one who becomes very miserable the instant the director shouts, ‘Cut!’ — Alain Delon

It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it. — Charles Bukowski, Pulp

Let us love gently. — Charles Baudelaire

Language is courage: the ability to conceive a thought, to speak it, and by doing so to make it true. Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

This day will never come again and anyone who fails to eat and drink and taste and smell it will never have it offered to him again in all eternity. The sun will never shine as it does today...But you must play your part and sing a song, one of your best. Hermann Hesse

There is nothing wrong with hardships and obstacles, but everything wrong with not trying. Werner Herzog

and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness? Charles Bukowski

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place. — Michel Foucault

Well, there is still time and therefore hope. Franz Kafka, 1912.

When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be! Miguel de Cervantes (ph. Beuys)

Now I'll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go. Pablo Neruda

I need the sea because it teaches me. — Pablo Neruda

…too little for talking, enough to be silent

I began to talk. I talked about summer, and about time. The pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night. About this cup we call a life. About happiness. And how good it feels, the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades. ― Mary Oliver

Henri Matisse - Woman with a Red Umbrella

Henri Matisse

Henri Matisse - Femme assise sur un balcon

Alain Delon, étoile universelle du cinéma français, est mort lemonde.fr/disparitions/a…

Joan Miró, The Sun, 1927