A Big Enough Artist, I Say, Can

Atrophy Of Feeling Creates Criminals.

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.

I Am Lonely, Yet Not Everybody Will Do. I Don't Know Why, Some People Fill The Gaps And Others Emphasize My Loneliness. In Reality Those Who Satisfy Me Are Those Who Simply Allow Me To Live With My ''idea Of Them.

Shame Is The Lie Someone Told You About Yourself.

The Poet Is One Who Is Able To Keep The Fresh Vision Of The Child Alive.