All Those Who Try To Unveil The

I Postpone Death By Living, By Suffering, By Error, By Risking, By Giving, By Losing.

There Are Many Ways To Be Free. One Of Them Is To Transcend Reality By Imagination, As I Try To Do.

America Hates The Artist. It Will Not Admit: The Artist Is My Soul And I Want To Kill Off My Soul.

Convalescence. Such An Utter Weakness That You Lie Like An Animal Hibernating, Playing Possum. You Float. You Are Adrift. Every Current Is Stronger Than You.

You Marry The Day You Realize The Human Defects Of Your Love.