One reason why I like Hans Bellmer

"Here in his foxhole in the rue Mouffetard, [Bellmer] lived in discomfort but he lived in style, and stories about him soon acquired legendary status. He kept his money in a cigar-box under the bed, and amongst the chaos of his room, his work-table with the dentist's drill which he used for engraving was always scrupulously clean. He cooked frugal meals on the two burners of his stove, but to celebrate a sale he would send for champagne and caviar. For a while he was troubled by a huge rat on the stairway to his room; he swore that it always stared at him malevolently, so he vowed to kill it. He borrowed a shotgun and blasted away but succeeded only in wounding it. Filled with remorse as it lay panting on the stairs, he lined a shoebox with soft pink paper and nursed it tenderly back to health."