Everything But Happiness Is Neurosis.

I Have So Strong A Sense Of Creation, Of Tomorrow, That I Cannot Get Drunk, Knowing I Will Be Less Alive, Less Well, Less Creative The Next Day.

I Am An Excitable Person Who Only Understands Life Lyrically, Musically, In Whom Feelings Are Much Stronger As Reason.

I’m Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.

Compassion For Our Parents Is The True Sign Of Maturity.

I'm Sick Of My Own Romanticism!