To Die On A Dying Earth -

I Didn’t And Don’t Want To Be A ‘feminine’ Version Or A Diluted Version Or A Special Version Or A Subsidiary Version Or An Ancillary Version, Or An Adapted Version Of The Heroes I Admire. I Want To Be The Heroes Themselves.

[t]here Is One And Only One Way To Possess That In Which We Are Defective, Therefore That Which We Need, Therefore That Which We Want. Become It.

Art Is Collective. Always, It Has A Tradition Behind It.

As My Mother Once Said: The Boys Throw Stones At The Frog In Jest. But The Frogs Die In Earnest.

How Withered Away One Can Be From A Life Of Unremitting Toil.