To Restrict The Artist Is

I Shall Go So Far That People Will Be Seized With Terror At The Sight Of Each Of My Works Of 'living' Art.

No Erotic Work Of Art Is Filth If It Is Artistically Significant; It Is Only Turned Into Filth Through The Beholder If He Is Filthy.

Bodies Have Their Own Light Which They Consume To Live: They Burn, They Are Not Lit From The Outside.

I Was In Love With Everything- I Wanted To Look With Love At The Angry People So That Their Eyes Would Be Forced To Respond; And I Wanted To Bring Gifts To The Envious And Tell Them That I Am Worthless.

I Must Live In My Own Excrement, Breathe In My Own Poisonous Sticky Fumes. Yet I Am A Human Being! I Still Am. Does No One Think Of That?