There Are Places Where The Mind Dies

Great Ideas Come Into The World As Gently As Doves.

On The Ridge Where The Great Artist Moves Forward, Every Step Is An Adventure, An Extreme Risk. In That Risk, However, And Only There, Lays The Freedom Of Art.

Thus I Draw From The Absurd Three Consequences, Which Are My Revolt, My Freedom, And My Passion. By The Mere Activity Of Consciousness I Transform Into A Rule Of Life What Was An Invitation To Death—and I Refuse Suicide.

Murder Is Terribly Exhausting.

Cruel Irony, The Poor Man Tormented With Hunger Feeds Those Who Plead His Case.