Personally I Have No Bone To Pick

But It Seems Impossible To Speak And Yet Say Nothing, You Think You Have Succeeded, But You Always Overlook Something.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

Clear To Me At Last That The Dark I Have Always Struggled To Keep Under Is In Reality My Most

The Creation Of The World Did Not Take Place Once And For All Time, But Takes Place Every Day.

Silence, Yes, But What Silence! For It Is All Very Fine To Keep Silence, But One Has Also To Consider The Kind Of Silence One Keeps.