I Gave Up On The Big Screen.

You Reach Deep Down And Bring Up What Feels Absolutely Authentic To You As You Move Along With The Book, But You Don't Know Everything About It. You Can't.

Artists Are Meant To Be Madmen, To Disturb And Shock Us.

This Suffering, This Unspeakable Capacity To Bleed And To Know Pain And To Know Annihilation, Is What Has To Be Overcome In This World If Anyone Is To Reach God.

Goodnight Sweet Prince, May Flights Of Devils Wing You To Your Rest.

You Have Made Me Ashamed Of The Wasted Years. You Have Made Me Acknowledge That No Darkness Has Ever Been Deep Enough To Extinguish My Personal Knowledge Of Love. And All Around Me In This World I See Evidence Of Love. I See Love. I See It In The Human Struggle. I See Its Undeniable Penetration In All That Humans Have Accomplished In Their Poetry, Their Painting, Their Music, Their Love Of One Another And Refusal To Accept Suffering As Their Lot.