Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.
Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.
I've had it with these cheap sons of bitches who claim they love poetry but never buy a book.
Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.
Maturity is having the ability to escape categorization.
Did you know I staged the first performance in America of At the Hawk's Well?