I Didn't Have Time To Be Anyone's

There Are Things That Are Not Sayable. That’s Why We Have Art.

We Went Down Into The Silent Garden. Dawn Is The Time When Nothing Breathes, The Hour Of Silence. Everything Is Transfixed, Only The Light Moves.

I Didn't Have Time To Be Anyone's Muse... I Was Too Busy Rebelling Against My Family And Learning To Be An Artist.

Sentimentality Is A Form Of Fatigue.

I Often Feel I Am Being Burned At The Stake Just Because I Have Always Refused To Give Up That Wonderful Strange Power I Have Inside Me That Becomes Manifested When I Am In Harmonious Communication With Some Other Inspired Being.