As an artist you organize your life so that you get a chance to paint, a window of time, but that's no guarantee you'll create anything worth all your effort. You're always haunt by the idea you're wasting your life.

For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.

No matter what happens, it’s always now.

Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated.

I don't know the difference between what I want and what I'm trained to want.

There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.

If you ask me, reincarnation is just another way to procrastinate.