We Went Down Into The Silent Garden.

You May Not Believe In Magic But Something Very Strange Is Happening At This Very Moment. Your Head Has Dissolved Into Thin Air And I Can See The Rhododendrons Through Your Stomach. It's Not That You Are Dead Or Anything Dramatic Like That, It Is Simply That You Are Fading Away And I Can't Even Remember Your Name.

I Often Feel I Am Being Burned At The Stake Just Because I Have Always Refused To Give Up That Wonderful Strange Power I Have Inside Me That Becomes Manifested When I Am In Harmonious Communication With Some Other Inspired Being.

Painting Is My Vehicle Of Transit. I Don't Always Know Where I Am Going Or What It Means.

Sentimentality Is A Form Of Fatigue.

Reason Must Know The Heart's Reasons And Every Other Reason