I Don't Own Any Of My Own

We Have A Definite But Unknown Quantity Of Experience At Our Disposal. As Soon As The Hourglass Is Turned, The Sand Will Begin To Run Out And Once It Starts, It Cannot Stop Until It's All Gone.

It Seems Strange To Me That Someone Thought Of Making Marble Statues.

As An Artist, All I Need Is My Paints And Brushes - And Someone To Drag Me Away When The Canvas Is Done

So There's Only One Tactic For The State: Kill The Seers.

Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth.