When In Doubt, Choose Greatness.

Hate Is Crystallized Fear, Fear's Dividend, Fear Objectivized. We Hate What We Fear And So Where Hate Is, Fear Will Be Lurking.

The Artist Secretes Nostalgia Around Life.

In The Sex War, Thoughtlessness Is The Weapon Of The Male, Vindictiveness Of The Female.

The Artist One Day Falls Through A Hole In The Brambles, And From That Moment He Is Following The Dark Rapids Of An Underground River Which May Sometimes Flow So Near To The Surface That The Laughing Picnic Parties Are Heard Above.

When I Write After Dark The Shades Of Evening Scatter Their Purple Through My Prose.