The Dead Made This World.

The Older I Get, The More Beauty I See In The Word Renunciation.

Poetry Keeps Longing Alive.

A Person Who Discreetly Farts In An Elevator Is Not A Divine Being, And A Man Needs To Know This.

As I've Gotten Older, I Find I Am Able To Be Nourished More By Sorrow And To Distinguish It From Depression.

What I Am Trying To Do Is Bring People Into Grief In Relation To The Society We Have.