Inge Frank

“Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!”
― Allen Ginsberg

“Her pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn--that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness--that season which has drawn from every poet worthy of being read some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling.”
― Jane Austen, Persuasion

“An artist cannot speak about his art anymore than a plant can discuss horticulture.”
― Jean Cocteau

“I'm not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty.”
― Jean Cocteau, The White Book