What Is A Rebel? A Man Who

Every Stone Here Sweats With Suffering, I Know That. I Have Never Looked At Them Without A Feeling Of Anguish. But Deep In My Heart I Know That The Most Wretched Among You Have Seen A Divine Face Emerge From Their Darkness. That Is The Face You Are Asked To See.

It's Not The Struggle That Makes Us Artists, But Art That Makes Us Struggle.

Mother Died Today. Or Maybe Yesterday; I Can't Be Sure.

There Is Nothing Abstract About Pain. It Is Specific, It Is Real, And, When It Is Intense, It Is World Destroying.

Since We're All Going To Die, It's Obvious That When And How Don't Matter.