To Restrict The Artist Is A Crime.

No Erotic Work Of Art Is Filth If It Is Artistically Significant; It Is Only Turned Into Filth Through The Beholder If He Is Filthy.

I Must See New Things And Investigate Them. I Want To Taste Dark Water And See Crackling Trees And Wild Winds.

I Must Live In My Own Excrement, Breathe In My Own Poisonous Sticky Fumes. Yet I Am A Human Being! I Still Am. Does No One Think Of That?

At Present, I Am Mainly Observing The Physical Motion Of Mountains, Water, Trees And Flowers. One Is Everywhere Reminded Of Similar Movements In The Human Body, Of Similar Impulses Of Joy And Suffering In Plants.

Bodies Have Their Own Light Which They Consume To Live: They Burn, They Are Not Lit From The Outside.