You Exist Only In What You Do.

I Think Television Has Betrayed The Meaning Of Democratic Speech, Adding Visual Chaos To The Confusion Of Voices. What Role Does Silence Have In All This Noise?

Censorship Is Advertising Paid By The Government.

Objects And Their Functions No Longer Had Any Significance. All I Perceived Was Perception Itself, The Hell Of Forms And Figures Devoid Of Human Emotion And Detached From The Reality Of My Unreal Environment. I Was An Instrument In A Virtual World That Constantly Renewed Its Own Meaningless Image In A Living World That Was Itself Perceived Outside Of Nature. And Since The Appearance Of Things Was No Longer Definitive But Limitless, This Paradisiacal Awareness Freed Me From The Reality External To Myself. The Fire And The Rose, As It Were, Became One.

Fate Is Written In The Face.

What's Important Is The Way We Say It. Art Is All About Craftsmanship. Others Can Interpret Craftsmanship As Style If They Wish. Style Is What Unites Memory Or Recollection, Ideology, Sentiment, Nostalgia, Presentiment, To The Way We Express All That. It's Not What We Say But How We Say It That Matters.