What I mean is sometimes, for an artist, chronic pain can be a gift.
Art never comes from happiness.
Yes, I kidnapped that Lindberg baby.
I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want.
Maybe humans are just the pet alligators that God flushed down the toilet.
Because nothing is as good as you can imagine it. No one is as beautiful as she is in your head. Nothing is as exciting as your fantasy.