The Eye Is Not Open

I Am The Soul In Limbo.

What Is Admirable About The Fantastic Is That There Is No Longer Anything Fantastic: There Is Only The Real.

The Art Of Frida Kahlo Is A Ribbon Around A Bomb.

My Wish Is That You May Be Loved To The Point Of Madness.

I Have Always Been Amazed At The Way An Ordinary Observer Lends So Much More Credence And Attaches So Much More Importance To Waking Events Than To Those Occurring In Dreams... Man...is Above All The Plaything Of His Memory.