Faith Is The Fool's Excuse.

There Are No Categories In Contemporary Art. There Are No Rules. Artists Are Given The Freedom To Make And Create Whatever They Please And Call It Whatever They Please. I Identify With That System, Or Lack Of System, Much More Than I Do The Landscape Of Contemporary Publishing.

The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.

All Of Us Started Normal. All Of Us Started Out As Functioning Human Beings With The Potential To Do Almost Anything We Wanted, But Somewhere Along The Paths Of Our Lives, We Got Lost.

What Someone Calls My Books Is Irrelevant To Me. I Consider Them Works Of Art And Rules And Categories And Labels Mean Nothing.

We Know Have The Power Of God In Many Ways: The Atomic Bomb, The Ability To Create Life In A Test Tube, Cloning, Artificial Intelligence.