The World Is Always Ending;

Everything We Are Is At Every Moment Alive In Us.

The World Is An Oyster But You Don't Crack It Open On A Mattress

I Think The Job Of The Artist Is To Remind People Of What They Have Chosen To Forget.

Where Choice Begins, Paradise Ends, Innocence Ends, For What Is Paradise But The Absence Of Any Need To Choose This Action?

I Believe In Work. If Somebody Doesn't Create Something, However Small It May Be, He Gets Sick. An Awful Lot Of People Feel That They're Treading Water -- That If They Vanished In Smoke, It Wouldn't Mean Anything At All In This World. And That's A Despairing And Destructive Feeling. It'll Kill You.