I care about strangers when they’re abstractions, but I feel almost nothing when they’re literally in front of me.

In the end idealism annoyed Bouvard. ‘I don’t want any more of it: the famous cogito is a bore. The ideas of things are taken for the things themselves. What we barely understand is explained...

If you wish to make good art, then you must believe you already do. Otherwise, you will never be good enough.