I Wanted To Be An Abstract Painter,

It Is Embarrassing To Be Caught And Killed For Stupid Reasons

The Desperate Things Seem To Require Attention, The Lovely Things Seem To Elicit Celebration. If I Had To Choose, I Would Go To The Awful In The Hope That Doing Something Could Yield A Happier Result.

If You Have Many Desires Your Life Will Be Interesting.

Sloppy Thinking Gets Worse Over Time.

I Wanted To Support Things That Are Helpful To People And Maybe Bash What I Think Is Dangerous. So I Switched From Being Everybody To Being Myself.