It Was Only In My Forties That

To Paint Is To Love Again, And To Love Is To Live Life To The Fullest.

I'm A Bit Retarded, Like Most Americans.

As Long As That Spark Of Passion Is Missing There Is No Human Significance In The Performance.

Surrealism Is Merely The Reflection Of The Death Process. It Is One Of The Manifestations Of A Life Becoming Extinct, A Virus Which Quickens The Inevitable End.

Certainly Paradise, Whatever, Wherever It Be, Contains Flaws. (paradisical Flaws, If You Like.) If It Did Not, It Would Be Incapable Of Drawing The Hearts Of Men Or Angels.