Strange, Isn't It, That No Chemical Will

Sometimes We Reveal Ourselves When We Are Least Like Ourselves.

The Monster I Kill Every Day Is The Monster Of Realism. The Monster Who Attacks Me Every Day Is Destruction. Out Of The Duel Comes The Transformation. I Turn Destruction Into Creation Over And Over Again.

I Can’t Let You Go Now. I Want To Go Places With You; Obscure Little Places, Just To Be Able To Say: Here I Came With Her.

It Is In The Movements Of Emotional Crisis That Human Beings Reveal Themselves Most Accurately.

We Are Never Trapped Unless We Choose To Be.