The Reward Is In The Doing Of

I Was Trundling Around With My Inadequacies, And Inner Pain And Loneliness. I Yearned, Desperately, To Be Something. I Yearned To Get Out From Where I Was ... Some Deep Discontent Within Myself, Actually Some Deep Dislike Of Myself.

I Have No Education, I Have No Academic Background In Painting Or In Music, But I Write Music And I Compose Music And I Write And I Sell Paintings, And My Rule Is, Well, They Can't Arrest Me.

I Never Cling On To Hope Or Certainty. They're The Enemies Of Peace.

I Was Hell Bent On Destruction... It Was Like Being Possessed By A Demon.

You Look Closely Enough, You'll Find That Everything Has A Weak Spot Where It Can Break, Sooner Or Later.