The Supreme Morality Of Art Is To

We Have All Been Expelled From The Garden, But The Ones Who Suffer Most In Exile Are Those Who Are Still Permitted To Dream Of Perfection.

My Mother Never Forgave My Father

What Makes The Engine Go? Desire, Desire, Desire.

We Have To Learn How To Live With Our Frailties. The Best People I Know Are Inadequate And Unashamed.

The Universe Is A Continuous Web. Touch It At Any Point And The Whole Web Quivers.