It Is Impossible To Fuse Totally With

I Looked At My Right Hand, The Hand With Which I Painted. There Was Power In That Hand. Power To Create And Destroy. Power To Bring Pleasure And Pain. Power To Amuse And Horrify. There Was In That Hand The Demonic And The Divine At One And The Same Time. The Demonic And The Divine Were Two Aspects Of The Same Force. Creation Was Demonic And Divine. Creativity Was Demonic And Divine. I Was Demonic And Divine.

I Do Not Know What Evil Is When It Comes To Art. I Only Know What Is Good Art And What Is Bad Art.

Each Generation Thinks It Fights New Battles. But The Battles Are The Same. Only The People Are Different.

It's Not A Pretty World, Papa.' 'i've Noticed,' My Father Said Softly.

All Beginnings Are Hard.