All The Crimes On Earth

I Want To Make Portraits And Images. I Don't Know How. Out Of Despair, I Just Use Paint Anyway. Suddenly The Things You Make Coagulate And Take On Just The Shape You Intend. Totally Accurate Marks, Which Are Outside Representational Marks.

It Is The Wisdom Of The Crocodiles, That Shed Tears When They Would Devour.

Men Ought To Find The Difference Between Saltiness And Bitterness. Certainly, He That Hath A Satirical Vein, As He Maketh Others Afraid Of His Wit, So He Had Need Be Afraid Of Others' Memory.

Whatever You Can, Count.

Truth Is So Hard To Tell, It Sometimes Needs Fiction To Make It Plausible.