People Try Constantly To Use Me And

Most People Don't Do Something Seminal. I've Done It Twice: With My Tent And My Bed. Picasso Did It With Cubism.

When It Comes To Words I Have A Uniqueness That I Find Almost Impossible In Art – And It's My Words That Actually Make My Art Quite Unique.

The Idea That I'm Going To Have To Sit Down To Write Some Fiction Where I'm Going To Have To Think Of A Plot Would Really Scare Me, Because It Would Come Out A Mess.

The Soul Will Always Do What It Needs To Do.

Have You Ever Longed For Someone So Much, So Deeply That You Thought You Would Die? That Your Heart Would Just Stop Beating? I Am Longing Now, But For Whom I Don't Know. My Whole Body Craves To Be Held. I Am Desperate To Love And Be Loved. I Want My Mind To Float Into Another's. I Want To Be Set Free From Despair By The Love I Feel For Another. I Want To Be Physically Part Of Someone Else. I Want To Be Joined. I Want To Be Open And Free To Explore Every Part Of Them, As Though I Were Exploring Myself.