Discover Day To Day Excitement.

What Could Be More Simple And More Complex, More Obvious And More Profound Than A Portrait.

I Am A Cemetery By The Moon Unblessed.

If The Word Doesn't Exist, Invent It; But First Be Sure It Doesn't Exist.

In This Horror Of Solitude, This Need To Lose His Ego In Exterior Flesh, Which Man Calls Grandly The Need For Love.

Remembering Is Only A New Form Of Suffering.