Whistler,' Manet Called. 'how's Your Mother?

I Fear You May Become A Lonely Man, Even In The Company Of Others.

The Value Of The Work We Do Is The Value We Give To It.

One Day The Good Times Had To Keep On Rolling, And All Of Life's Horseshit Would Turn To Circuses.

One Can't Be Free Without Action.

He Loved Constantly, Instantly, Spontaneously, Without Thought Or Words. That's What He Taught Me. Love Is Not Something You Think About, It Is A State In Which You Dwell. That Was His Gift.