I'm Not A Girl. I'm A Genius.

[t]here Is One And Only One Way To Possess That In Which We Are Defective, Therefore That Which We Need, Therefore That Which We Want. Become It.

How Withered Away One Can Be From A Life Of Unremitting Toil.

Privileged Groups, Like Everyone Else, Want To Think Well Of Themselves And To Believe That They Are Acting Generously And Justly.

To Die On A Dying Earth - I'd Live, If Only To Weep

Art Is Collective. Always, It Has A Tradition Behind It.