Great Fury, Like Great Whisky,

Anticipation Is Anxiety. I Have Always Had A Very Extreme Anxiety Thing.

If There Is No Mystery, For The Artist, To Solve Inside Of His Art, Then There's No Point In It....for Me, Every Act Of The Art Of Solving A Mystery.

All Artists Are Two-headed Calves.

[l]ove, Having No Geography, Knows No Boundaries.

One Day, I Started Writing, Not Knowing That I Had Chained Myself For Life To A Noble But Merciless Master. When God Hands You A Gift, He Also Hands You A Whip; And The Whip Is Intended Solely For Self-flagellation... I'm Here Alone In My Dark Madness, All By Myself With My Deck Of Cards - And, Of Course, The Whip God Gave Me.