Loneliness Is Like Starvation: You

Art Does The Same Things Dreams Do. We Have A Hunger For Dreams And Art Fulfills That Hunger. So Much Of Real Life Is A Disappointment. That's Why We Have Art.

Love Is An Indescribable Sensation - Perhaps A Conviction, A Sense Of Certitude.

The Quiet People Just Do Their Work.

Food Doesn't Exist, But Can Only Be Invented. And Reinvented.

Betrayal Is The Deepest Wound. Betrayal Is What Remains Of Love, When Love Has Gone.