A Work Of Art Should

Everything For Me Becomes Allegory

The Devil's Hand Directs Our Every Move - / The Things We Loathed Become The Things We Love

I Love Wagner, But The Music I Prefer Is That Of A Cat Hung Up By Its Tail Outside A Window And Trying To Stick To The Panes Of Glass With Its Claws.

That Which Is Not Slightly Distorted Lacks Sensible Appeal; From Which It Follows That Irregularity – That Is To Say, The Unexpected, Surprise And Astonishment, Are A Essential Part And Characteristic Of Beauty.

One Can Only Forget About Time By Making Use Of It.