...every Person Has A Star, Every Star

I Am Nothing But A Corpse Now, A Body At The Bottom Of A Well.

In Actuality, We Don't Look For Smiles In Pictures Of Bliss, But Rather, For The Happiness In Life Itself. Painters Know This, But This Is Preciously What They Cannot Depict. That's Why They Substitute The Joy Of Seeing For The Joy Of Life.

To Read A Novel Is To Wonder Constantly, Even At Moments When We Lose Ourselves Most Deeply In The Book: How Much Of This Is Fantasy, And How Much Is Real?

All Great Masters, In Their Work, Seek That Profound Void Within Color And Outside Time.

I Do Not Believe In A Personal Connection To God; That's Where It Gets Transcendental.