Someone Called Actors 'sculptors In Snow.' Very

Man Has Ruled This World As A Stumbling Demented Child King, Long Enough. And As His Empire Crumbles, My Precious Black Widow Shall Rise As His Most Fitting Successor.

One Thing Is Certain: The Arts Keep You Alive. They Stimulate, Encourage, Challenge, And, Most Of All, Guarantee A Future Free From Boredom. They Allow Growth And Even Demand It In That Time Of Life We Call Maturity But Too Often Enter It With A Childish Faith That What We Learned In Youth Is Sustenance Enough For The Years When Most Men Are Mentally Famished But Won't Admit It—or When They Are Apt To Curb Their Hunger With The Sops Of Complacency, Security, And The Assurance Of Death.

Be Curious About Life, And Cautious With It!

I’m Always Intrigued By My Nonsensical Concern With Picking Out A Bunch Of Things That Look Exactly Alike The Ones That Somehow I Feel Are The Best And Belong To Me. It’s That Same Crazy Urge Or Superstition, Or Whatever It Is, That Makes Me Open A Bible In A Hotel Room, Hoping For Some Great Happenstance Spiritual Word Of Advice. More Often Than Not, I Hit A Long Passage Of Begats And Begots, Which Contain Little Inspiration Other Than The Fact That Procreation Is The Highest Aim Of Life.

It's Just Endless What You Can Learn From A Single Work Of Art. You Can Fill Up The Crevices Of Your Life, The Cracks Of Your Life, The Places Where The Mortar Comes Out And Falls Away-you Can Fill It Up With The Love Of Art.