O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself. – Louis Aragon
Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighters honor. – Ernest Hemingway
