The Truth Is, I Can Never Die.

I Knew There Were, In Myself, The Souls Of Millions Of People Who Lived Centuries Ago; Not Just People But Animals, Plants, The Elements, Things, Even, Matter. All Of These Exist In Me.

Where A Beast Would Have Claws, I Was Born With Talent

It Is True What Rimbaud Said; If You Think A Book Is Strong Enough, Try It At The Ocean, In The Wind, At The Waves. If The Book Can Resist The Ocean, Then It Exists. Otherwise, Throw It Away.

You Don't Need A Framework. You Need A Painting, Not A Frame.

I Didn't Choose Solitude.