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Keep It Simple. Trust Your Imagination. Discover What Is Unique About Your Imagination. Don't Simply Read A Story And Copy It. I Go Into Myself. Then I Transcribe What Visions I Have. If Those Ideas Are Original, And You Are Devoted, You Will Go Far.

There Are Lives Lived For Love, And Lives Lived For Art. We, Happy Band, Have Chosen The Later Persuasion.

To Call You Excrement Would Be An Insult To The Product Of My Bowels.

There’s No Conscious Thing On The Face Of The World That Doesn’t Know Dread More Intimately Than Its Own Heartbeat.

I Can See In Your Eyes That There’s No Seam Of Untapped Joy Left In You. The Best Of Life Has Come And Gone. Those Days When Sudden Epiphanies Swept Over You, And You Had Visions Of The Rightness Of All Things And Of Your Place Amongst Them; They’re History. You’re In A Darker Place Now.