We are all products of our time, vulnerable to history.
It is the illusion of all lovers to think themselves unique and their words immortal.
Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.
Moralists have no place in an art gallery.
Goldfish are flowers ... flowers that move.
The rice bowl is to me the most valid reason in the world for doing anything. A piece of one's soul to the multitudes in return for rice and wine does not seem to me a sacrilege.