The Final Purpose Of Art Is To

The Paradox Is That No Love Can Prove So Intense As The Love Of Two Narcissists For Each Other.

Dying Can't Be All That Difficult-up To Now Everyone Has Managed To Do It.

I Am Convinced The Most Unfortunate People Are Those Who Would Make An Art Of Love. It Sours Other Effort. Of All Artists, They Are Certainly The Most Wretched.

I Do Believe That America's Deepest Political Sickness Is That It Is A Self-righteous Nation.

We Sail Across Dominions Barely Seen, Washed By The Swells Of Time. We Plow Through Fields Of Magnetism. Past And Future Come Together On Thunderheads And Our Dead Hearts Live With Lightning In The Wounds Of The Gods.