Art Is Endless Like A River Flowing,

I Never Reread What I've Written. I'm Far Too Afraid To Feel Ashamed Of What I've Done.

As A Boy, I Used To Marvel That The Letters In A Closed Book Did Not Get Scrambled And Lost Overnight.

Art Always Opts For The Individual, The Concrete; Art Is Not Platonic.

As The End Approaches, There Are No Longer Any Images From Memory - There Are Only Words.

I Saw All The Mirrors On Earth And None Of Them Reflected Me.