No One Ever Really Gets Used To

Losing The Possibility Of Something Is The Exact Same Thing As Losing Hope And Without Hope Nothing Can Survive.

Physics Depends On A Universe Infinitely Centred On An Equals Sign.

I Do Not Know Anything About Art With A Capital A. What I Do Know About Is My Art. Because It Concerns Me. I Do Not Speak For Others. So I Do Not Speak For Things Which Profess To Speak For Others. My Art, However, Speaks For Me. It Lights My Way.

Absolutely Nothing Visible To The Eye Provides A Reason For Or Even Evidence Of Those Terrifying Shifts Which Can In A Matter Of Moments Reconstitute A Simple Path Into An Extremely Complicated One.

I Could See Her Get All Nervous But She Was Also Excited. Nightmares Have That Quality, Don't They?