The empty blue sky of space says 'All this comes back to me, then goes again, and comes back again, then goes again, and I don't care, it still belongs to me

I like it because its ugly

To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.

Last night I walked clear down to Times Square & just as I arrived I suddenly realized I was a ghost - it was my ghost walking on the sidewalk.

It'll take you eternities to get rid of me,' she adds sadly, which makes me jealous, I want her to say I'll never get rid of her - I wanta be chased till eternity till I catch her.

If moderation is a fault, then indifference is a crime.