I Am A Cage, In Search Of

A Book Must Be An Ice-axe To Break The Seas Frozen Inside Our Soul.

If I Didn't Have My Parents To Think About I'd Have Given In My Notice A Long Time Ago, I'd Have Gone Up To The Boss And Told Him Just What I Think, Tell Him Everything I Would, Let Him Know Just What I Feel. He'd Fall Right Off His Desk! And It's A Funny Sort Of Business To Be Sitting Up There At Your Desk, Talking Down At Your Subordinates From Up There, Especially When You Have To Go Right Up Close Because The Boss Is Hard Of Hearing.

Our Art Is A Way Of Being Dazzled By Truth: The Light On The Grotesquely Grimacing Retreating Face Is True, And Nothing Else.

Either The World Is So Tiny Or We Are Enormous; In Either Case, We Fill It Completely.

I Have The True Feeling Of Myself Only When I Am Unbearably Unhappy.