As Soon As One Does

After All Perhaps The Greatness Of Art Lies In The Perpetual Tension Between Beauty And Pain, The Love Of Men And The Madness Of Creation, Unbearable Solitude And The Exhausting Crowd, Rejection And Consent.

Mother Died Today. Or Maybe Yesterday; I Can't Be Sure.

If We Understood The Enigmas Of Life There Would Be No Need For Art.

I Make Myself Strict Rules In Order To Correct My Nature. But It Is My Nature That I Finally Obey.

I Sometimes Need To Write Things Which I Cannot Completely Control But Which Therefore Prove That What Is In Me Is Stronger Than I Am.