The Object Of Art Is To Give

However Tight I Shut My Eyes, There Will Always Be A Stray Dog Somewhere In The World Who'll Stop Me Being Happy.

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me

Il Y Aura Toujours Un Chien Perdu Quelque Part Qui M'empe" Chera D'e" Tre Heureux. There Will Always Be A Lost Dog Somewhere That Will Prevent Me Being Happy.

Inspiration? - A Hoax Fabricated By Poets For Their Self-importance.

A Genius Knows How To Make Himself Easily Understood Without Being Obvious About It.