Art Is An Elastic Sort Of Love.

The Things We Truly Love Stay With Us Always, Locked In Our Hearts As Long As Life Remains.

When I Was A Child And They Burned Me Out Of My Home, I Was Frightened And I Ran Away. Eventually I Ran Far Away. It Was To A Place Called France. Many Of You Have Been There, And Many Have Not. But I Must Tell You, Ladies And Gentlemen, In That Country I Never Feared. It Was Like A Fairyland Place.

I Was A Devil In Other Countries, And I Was A Little Devil In America, Too.

God Dislikes Evil, And No Happiness Can Be Built On Hate. Love One Another As Brothers.

Is That What They Call A Vocation, What You Do With Joy As If You Had Fire In Your Heart, The Devil In Your Body?