Gamblers And Lovers Really Play To Lose.

People Only See In Us The Contemptible Skirt-fever Which Rules Our Actions But Completely Miss The Beauty-hunger Underlying It.

A City Becomes A World When One Loves One Of Its Inhabitants.

I See Artists As A Great Battalion Moving Through Paint, Words, Music Towards Cosmological Interpretation.

They Say That If You Get Bored Enough With Calamity You Can Learn To Laugh.

Perhaps Our Only Sickness Is To Desire A Truth Which We Cannot Bear Rather Than To Rest Content With The Fictions We Manufacture Out Of Each Other.