In Statistics, What Disappears Behind

Granted: I Am An Inmate Of A Mental Hospital; My Keeper Is Watching Me, He Never Lets Me Out Of His Sight; There's A Peep-hole In The Door, And My Keeper's Eye Is The Shade Of Brown That Can Never See Through A Blue-eyed Type Like Me.

One Of The Mistakes The Germans Made ... Was That They Were Not Brave Enough To Be Afraid.

People Change With Time. There Are Things That Happened To A Person In His Childhood And Years Later They Seem To Him Alien And Strange. I Am Trying To Decipher That Child. Sometimes He Is A Stranger To Me. When You Think About When You Were 14, Don't You Feel A Certain Alienation?

We Already Have The Statistics For The Future: The Growth Percentages Of Pollution, Overpopulation, Desertification. The Future Is Already In Place.

Art Is So Wonderfully Irrational, Exuberantly Pointless, But Necessary All The Same. Pointless And Yet Necessary, That's Hard For A Puritan To Understand.