I Live In Company With A Body,

The Outcome Of My Days Is Always The Same; An Infinite Desire For What One Never Gets; A Void One Cannot Fill; An Utter Yearning To Produce In All Ways, To Battle As Much As Possible Against Time That Drags Us Along, And The Distractions That Throw A Veil Over Our Soul.

We Should Not Allow Ourselves To Believe That Writers Like Poe Have More Imagination Than Those Who Are Content With Describing Things As They Really Are. It Is Surely Easier To Invent Striking Situations In This Way Than To Tread The Beaten Track Which Intelligent Minds Have Followed Throughout The Centuries.

Give Me Some Mud, And I Will Paint You A Woman's Flesh.

It Is Only Possible To Speak In The Language And In The Spirit Of One's Time.

One Should Not Be Too Difficult. An Artist Should Not Treat Himself Like An Enemy.