Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else

The Realisation Of One's Own Death Is The Point At Which One Becomes Adult.

I See Artists As A Great Battalion Moving Through Paint, Words, Music Towards Cosmological Interpretation.

Love Is Like Trench Warfare - You Cannot See The Enemy, But You Know He Is There And That It Is Wiser To Keep Your Head Down.

Old Age Is An Insult. It's Like Being Smacked.

Truth Is What Most Contradicts Itself.