Silence Moves Faster When It's Going Backward.

The Runner Stopped Dead, Lost His Balance, Froze In One Of Those Violent Attitudes In Which The Photographers Petrify Living Reality.

Mirrors Should Think Longer Before They Reflect.

Everything One Does In Life, Even Love, Occurs In An Express Train Racing Toward Death. To Smoke Opium Is To Get Out Of The Train While It Is Still Moving. It Is To Concern Oneself With Something Other Than Life Or Death.

One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The Judge Sits, The Accused Stands. Live On Your Feet.

It Is Excruciating To Be An Unbeliever With A Spirit That Is Deeply Religious.