It's The Pleasure Of Picking Up The

I Found That What I Had Desired All My Life Was Not To Live - If What Others Are Doing Is Called Living - But To Express Myself.

If The Poet Can No Longer Speak For Society, But Only For Himself, Then We Are At The Last Ditch.

The Waking Mind, You See, Is The Least Serviceable In The Arts.

Whoever Uses The Spirit That Is In Him Creatively Is An Artist. To Make Living Itself An Art, That Is The Goal.

I Had To Learn To Think, Feel, And See In A Totally New Fashion, In An Uneducated Way, In My Own Way, Which Is The Hardest Thing In The World. I Had To Throw Myself Into The Current, Knowing That I Would Probably Sink.