Death Has A Hundred Hands

We Are The Hollow Men We Are The Stuffed Men Leaning Together...

Art Serves Us Best Precisely At That Point Where It Can Shift Our Sense Of What Is Possible, When We Know More Than We Knew Before, When We Feel We Have - By Some Manner Of A Leap - Encountered The Truth. That, By The Logic Of Art, Is Always Worth The Pain.

Friendship Should Be More Than Biting Time Can Sever.

Past Art Is Subject To Change.

These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins