Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious

Beauty Makes One Lose One's Head. Poetry Is Born Of This Decapitation

The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey; But The Trouble Is That There Are No Longer Any Orders.

Lack Of Manners Is The Sign Of A Hero.

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.