Memory Is A Great Betrayer.

Life, Religion And Art All Converge In Bali. They Have No Word In Their Language For 'artist' Or 'art.' Everyone Is An Artist.

Dreams Are Necessary To Life.

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

The Softness Of The Summer Day Like An Ermine Paw.

Only The United Beat Of Sex And Heart Together Can Create Ecstasy.