It Gave Me Great Pleasure To Think

In The End, As You Get Older And Older, Your Life Is Your Life, And You Are Alone With It.

I Make Collages. I Join The Shattered World Creating A New Harmony.

I Was Given The Gifts Of The Artist, And The Trouble That Goes With Them: So I Have That Blessing, And There Was Never A Time Thati Questioned It Or Doubted It.... For Forty Years, I Wanted To Jump Out Of Windows.

The Outside Wold Pressures You Into A Mold, But If You Don't Accept That - You Gamble With Life. Call It Gambling.

[good Taste] Is A Nineteenth-century Concept. And Good Taste Has Never Really Been Defined. The Effort Of Projecting 'good Taste' Is So Studied That It Offends Me. No, I Prefer To Negate That. We Have To Put A Period To So-called Good Taste.