I Have Forced Myself To Begin Writing

My Self Is All To Me. I Don't Have Any Need Of You.

Art Is A Means Of Memorialization Of The Past, A Record Of A Rapidly Vanishing World; A Means Of Exorcising, At Least Temporarily, The Ravages Of Homesickness. To Speak Of 'what Is Past, Or Passing Or To Come'-in The Most Meticulous Language Thereby To Assure Its Permanence; To Honor Those We've Loved And Learned From And Must Outlive.

Art Is About Freedom Of Expression, And Should Not Be Molded To Fit Any Propaganda Or Lofty Ideal.

The Music Was Always In The Background, Like Music At A Church Service; It Was Something To Depend Upon.

I Love Insult, It's Always Honest.