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I Want To Die Consciously, Without Fear, And Without Anger. Three Things. I See My Friends Dying With Fear And Anger And It's Terrible. My Grandmother Kept Her Clothes Ready For 40 Years For Her Funeral. She Lived To 103! But She Kept The Clothes In A Cupboard. As The Styles Changed, She Changed The Clothes! I Think If I Start Now With My Funeral, It's Good.

Once, Picasso Was Asked What His Paintings Meant. He Said, “do You Ever Know What The Birds Are Singing? You Don’t. But You Listen To Them Anyway.” So, Sometimes With Art, It Is Important Just To Look.

There Are Two Kinds Of Loss Of Hope, One Is The Feeling When Your Pulse Slows Down And You Are Going To Die, And There's Nothing Else Left. The Other Loss Of Hope Is When You're Living In A Country Which Becomes Insecure, And You Don't Know What The Future Is. That's Existential.

You Should See Ballerinas' Feet. They Don't Have Nails. You See Beauty, But It's Unbelievable Pain - With A 40-year Pension! That's It, And Then Life Is Really Finished.

Don't Even Ask Me Why. I Do Not Know, I Have No Answer To This Insane Behaviour.