The life of the city cat is short but so sophisticated.

It is the psychic depression of decadence which has come to this place and time. It is what happens to people who ignore their artists and deny their children. It is a terminal case of involutional melancholia which comes from within and cannot be cured by T.V. or psychotherapy or anything but a creative life, which is hard to come by in a country where it doesn't pay to do anything for yourself.

As art reveals the artist more than the world, so you see yourself and what you are not in the mirror of another culture.

The society that destroys its children is eating its own tail, committing suicide in the most perverse way.

Technology evolves so much faster than wisdom.

It's love and the capacity for love that distinguishes one human being from another.

Hope is a dream deferred.