I Want To Get Out Of Here

There's A Point At Which When I Start To Know A Man Well--this Isn't True Of Women--i Wonder Whether There's Something In Him That's Evil. Something That's Pure And Can't Be Touched. This Quality Of Evil May Be Related To The Quality Of Artistry, For An Artist Has The Same Characteristics.

Pain Is The World. I Don't Have Anywhere To Run.

Culture Is That Which Falsifies.

I Wasn't Really Into Body Piercings Until I Found That About Half My Female Students Had Them.

And I'm Working At Trying To Find A Kind Of Language Where I Won't Be So Easily Modulated By Expectation.