I Don't Want People To Love Me.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life Shape.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

Things Are Beautiful If You Love Them.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.