Only Fools Think Our Attitude To Our

The Pronoun Is One Of The Most Terrifying Masks Man Has Invented.

I Am One In A Row Of Specimens. It's When I Try To Flutter Out Of Line That He Hates Me. I'm Meant To Be Dead, Pinned, Always The Same, Always Beautiful. He Knows That Part Of My Beauty Is Being Alive. But It's The Dead Me He Wants. He Wants Me Living-but-dead.

Liking Other People Is An Illusion We Have To Cherish In Ourselves If We Are To Live In Society.

Art Is A Statement Of One In The Face Of All; Not A Statement By One For The Use Of All.

The Word Is The Most Imprecise Of Signs. Only A Science-obsessed Age Could Fail To Comprehend That This Is Its Great Virtue, Not Its Defect.