All Those Who Try To Unveil The

A Big Enough Artist, I Say, Can Eat Anything, Must Eat Everything And Then Alchemize It. Only The Feeble Writer Is Afraid Of Expansion.

Create A World, Your World. Alone. Stand Alone. And Then Love Will Come To You, Then It Comes To You.

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

She Walked In The Shadow Of Rango With A Great Feeling Of Being Taken Out Of Herself, Of Having No Knowledge Of What Was Happening To Her, Merely A Pervading Sense Of Flow.

Beware Of Allowing A Tactless Word, A Rebuttal, A Rejection To Obliterate The Whole Sky