One Handles Truths Like Dynamite.

Nothing Too Long Imagined Can Be Perfect In A Wordly Way.

Analysis Does Not Take Into Account The Creative Products Of Neurotic Desires.

Women Always Think That When They Have My Shoes, My Dress, My Hairdresser, My Makeup, It Will All Work The Same Way. They Do Not Conceive Of The Witchcraft That Is Needed. They Do Not Know That I Am Not Beautiful But That I Only Appear To Be At Certain Moments.

I'm Awaiting A Lover. I Have To Be Rent And Pulled Apart And Live According To The Demons And The Imagination In Me. I'm Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.

We Are Going To The Moon That Is Not Very Far. Man Has So Much Farther To Go Within Himself.