Childhood knows what it wants - to leave childhood behind.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication: that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Compromise yourself. Obscure your own trail.
The public only takes up yesterday as a stick to beat today.
I have seafoam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.