All My Life I've Been

In My Photographs It Is Apparent That There Was No Posing At The Moment I Released The Shutter.

If We Reduce Social Life To The Smallest Possible Unit We Will Find That There Is No Social Life In The Company Of One.

- Growth Has Its Season. There Are Spring And Summer, But There Are Also Fall And Winter. And Then Spring And Summer Again. As Long As The Roots Are Not Severed, All Is Well And All Be Well.

It Seems That What I Really Want Is A Drug That Will Increase My Consciousness Of Others, Not Myself.

I Suppress In My Prose Any Language Which Calls Attention To Itself.