The Runner Stopped Dead, Lost His Balance,

Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection, Otherwise Mere Dilettantism.

We Must Believe In Luck. For How Else Can We Explain The Success Of Those We Don't Like?

It Is Not Inspiration; It Is Expiration.

In Exiling Myself I Am Not Exiling A Monster, But A Man Whom Society Will Not Allow To Live, Since It Considers One Of The Mysterious Cogs In God's Masterpiece To Be A Mistake.

An Artist Cannot Speak About His Art Any More Than A Plant Can Discuss Horticulture.