The Street Kid In Me Says, "grab

But Words - Words Are Not Enough!

At Sixteen I Get Drafted. When I Read The Draft Notice, I Cry. Not Because I'm A Coward - I'm Not Afraid Of Anyone. But I Don't Want To Kill Or Be Killed.

It Is True What Rimbaud Said; If You Think A Book Is Strong Enough, Try It At The Ocean, In The Wind, At The Waves. If The Book Can Resist The Ocean, Then It Exists. Otherwise, Throw It Away.

You Don't Need A Framework. You Need A Painting, Not A Frame.

I Didn't Choose Solitude.