Art Is A Point Of View, And

If This Was Love, Love Had Been Overrated.

I Ought To Tell You That I'm Probably Your Cousin.

We Must For Dear Life Make Our Own Counter-realities.

It Takes An Endless Amount Of History To Make Even A Little Tradition.

A Swift Carriage, Of A Dark Night, Rattling With Four Horses Over Roads That One Can’t See--that’s My Idea Of Happiness.