Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With

As For Me, Poetry Takes The Place Of Love, Because It Is Enamored Of Itself, And Because This Self-lust Has A Delightful Dying Fall In My Soul.

The World Exists To End Up In A Book.

Poets Don't Finish Poems, They Abandon Them.

The World Was Made In Order To Result In A Beautiful Book.

It Is In Front Of The The Paper That The Artist Creates Himself.