Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Je est un autre. (I is someone else).

What a life! True life is elsewhere. We are not in the world.

...You have to pass an exam, and the jobs that you get are either to shine shoes, or to herd cows, or to tend pigs. Thank God, I don't want any of that! Damn it! And besides that they smack you for a reward; they call you an animal and it's not true, a little kid, etc.. Oh! Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn!

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn