I Am So Rich That I Must

No Erotic Work Of Art Is Filth If It Is Artistically Significant; It Is Only Turned Into Filth Through The Beholder If He Is Filthy.

Everything Is Dead While It Lives.

I Was In Love With Everything- I Wanted To Look With Love At The Angry People So That Their Eyes Would Be Forced To Respond; And I Wanted To Bring Gifts To The Envious And Tell Them That I Am Worthless.

Bodies Have Their Own Light Which They Consume To Live: They Burn, They Are Not Lit From The Outside.

I Don't Know Whether There Is Anyone Else At All Who Remembers My Noble Father With Such Sadness