Memory Does Not Make Films, It Makes

Bacon's Portraits Are An Interrogation On The Limits Of The Self. Up To What Degree Of Distortion Does An Individual Still Remain Himself? To What Degree Of Distortion Does A Beloved Person Still Remain A Beloved Person? For How Long Does A Cherished Face Growing Remote Through Illness, Through Madness, Through Hatred, Through Death Still Remain Recognizable? Where Is The Border Beyond Which A Self Ceases To Be A Self?

He Kept Recalling Her Lying On His Bed; She Reminded Him Of No One In His Former Life.

The Greater The Ambiguity, The Greater The Pleasure.

Children Are The Future, Because Mankind Is Moving More And More Towards Infancy.

He Took Over Anger To Intimidate Subordinates, And In Time Anger Took Over Him.