I Am Not Sick. I

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

Only One Mountain Can Know The Core Of Another Mountain.

I Have Never Expected Anything From My Work But The Satisfaction I Could Get From It By The Very Fact Of Painting And Saying What I Couldn't Say Otherwise.

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.

My Blood Is A Miracle That, From My Veins, Crosses The Air In My Heart Into Yours.