The Obstacle Became His Alibi For Weakness.

I Don't Wish Power, Only Art -art And Passion.

We See Things The Way We Are, Not The Way They Are.

Self-destructive Patterns Cause As Much Suffering As Outer Catastrophes.

I Want To Love You Wildly. I Don’t Want Words, But Inarticulate Cries, Meaningless, From The Bottom Of My Most Primitive Being, That Flow From My Belly Like Honey. A Piercing Joy, That Leaves Me Empty, Conquered, Silenced.

The Real Wonders Of Life Lie In The Depths. Exploring The Depths For Truths Is The Real Wonder Which The Child And The Artist Know: Magic And Power Lie In Truth.