We Can Only Learn To Love By

... Half The World Starves. What A Planet. And The Eating, If You're Lucky Enough To Do Any. Stuffing Pieces Of Dead Animals Into A Hole In Your Face. Then Munch, Munch, Munch. If There's Anybody Watching, They Must Be Dying Of Laughter.

Art Is The Final Cunning Of The Human Soul Which Would Rather Do Anything Than Face The Gods.

Perhaps When Distant People On Other Planets Pick Up Some Wavelength Of Ours All They Hear Is A Continuous Scream.

The Chief Requirement Of The Good Life, Is To Live Without Any Image Of Oneself.

But Fantasy Kills Imagination, Pornography Is Death To Art.