I sell myself for the highest price. Exactly like a prostitute. There is no difference.
At sixteen I get drafted. When I read the draft notice, I cry. Not because I'm a coward - I'm not afraid of anyone. But I don't want to kill or be killed.
But words - words are not enough!
When you are there, you are. With words, you aren't.
You don't need a framework. You need a painting, not a frame.
Whenever I was with a woman, I always sort of want another one. So there was always another one. I can't explain this, but it means that these women, they were not sharing my solitude.