To Restrict The Artist Is A Crime.

I Am So Rich That I Must Give Myself Away.

All Beautiful And Noble Qualities Have Been United In Me... I Shall Be The Fruit Which Will Leave Eternal Vitality Behind Even After Its Decay. How Great Must Be Your Joy, Therefore, To Have Given Birth To Me.

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?

My Mother Is A Very Strange Woman... She Doesn't Understand Me In The Least And Doesn't Love Me Much Either. If She Had Either Love Or Understanding She Would Be Prepared To Make Sacrifices

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