A True Artist Is Not One Who

[i Am A] Contradictory And Paradoxical Man.

Everything Alters Me, But Nothing Changes Me.

The True Painter Must Be Able, With The Most Usual Things, To Have The Most Unusual Ideas.

I Dedicate This Novel To Gala, Who Was Constantly By My Side While I Was Writing It, Who Was The Good Fairy Of My Equilibrium, Who Banished The Salamanders Of My Doubts And Strengthened The Lions Of Certainties.

[my Art Is] Capable Of Liberating Man From The Tyranny Of The 'practical, Rational World.'