It Is In The Movements

Myself ... Is Merely An Instrument To Connect Life And A Myth

She Walked In The Shadow Of Rango With A Great Feeling Of Being Taken Out Of Herself, Of Having No Knowledge Of What Was Happening To Her, Merely A Pervading Sense Of Flow.

Introspection Is A Devouring Monster.

The Love Of Only One Man Or One Woman Is An Enclosure.

Creation Which Cannot Express Itself Becomes Madness.