Everything Is Dead While It Lives.

I Am So Rich That I Must Give Myself Away.

I Must See New Things And Investigate Them. I Want To Taste Dark Water And See Crackling Trees And Wild Winds.

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?

Art Cannot Be Modern. Art Is Primordially Eternal.

Everything Is Dead While It Lives.