I Am A Man-pen. I Feel Through

The True Poet For Me Is A Priest. As Soon As He Dons The Cassock, He Must Leave His Family.

I Invite All Brats To Throw Their Cookies At The Baker's Head If They're Not Sweet, Winos To Chuck Their Wine If It's Bad, The Dying To Shuck Their Souls When They Croak, And Men To Throw Their Existence In God's Face When It's Bitter

[the Artist] Is Like A Pump; He Has Inside Him A Great Pipe That Reaches Down Into The Entrails Of Things, The Deepest Layers. He Sucks Up What Was Lying There Below, Dim And Unnoticed, And Brings It In Great Jets To The Sunlight.

Put All Your Rage And Madness Into Your Work And Live As Orderly A Life As Possible.

There Are Three Thing In The World I Love Most: The Sea, Hamlet, And Don Giovanni.