Never Envy A Man His

The Way To Create Art Is To Burn And Destroy Ordinary Concepts And To Substitute Them With New Truths That Run Down From The Top Of The Head And Out Of The Heart

I Knew Exactly What I Was Doing: I Was Doing Nothing. Because I Knew There Was Nothing To Do.

I Don't Remember Going To Bed, But In The Morning, There I Was.

There Is Enough Treachery , Hatred Violence Absurdity In The Average Human Being To Supply Any Given Army On Any Given Day

Life Itself Is Not The Miracle. That Pain Should Be So Constant, That's The Miracle -