The Cinema Is Death At Work.

Poets Don't Draw. They Unravel Their Handwriting And Then Tie It Up Again, But Differently.

In Exiling Myself I Am Not Exiling A Monster, But A Man Whom Society Will Not Allow To Live, Since It Considers One Of The Mysterious Cogs In God's Masterpiece To Be A Mistake.

It Is Not I Who Become Addicted, It Is My Body.

I Am Happy To Exhibit, But Not To Put Myself On Exhibition.

Respect Movements, Flee Schools.