No one masters the heart.

The obstacles are great and the suffering is great and people have got to make a living.

And clenching your fist for the ones like us Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty.

We are not mad. We are human.We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

Any startling piece of work has a subversive element in it, a delicious element often. Subversion is only disagreeable when it manifests in political or social activity.

Love is a fire/It burns everyone/It disfigures everyone/It is the world's excuse for being ugly.

Please make me empty, if I'm empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I'm not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.