I am going to die, but that is of no importance.

We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.

I'll be searching for those moments of always within never. Beauty, in this world." - Paloma

As a child I often wondered whether I would be allowed to live such moments- to inhabit the slow, majestic ballet of the snowflakes, to be released at last from the dreary frenzy of time. Is that what it feels to be naked? All one's clothes are gone, yet one's mind is overladen with finery.

..when I say that "he's a truly nasty man," I mean he has so thoroughly renounced everything good that he might have inside him that he's already like a corpse even though he's still alive. Because truly nasty people hate everyone, to be sure, but most of all themselves. Can't you tell when a person hates himself? He becomes a living cadaver, it numbs all his negative emotions but also all the good ones so he won't feel nauseated by who he is.

What does art do for us? It gives shape to our emotions.

I belong to the 8% of the world population who calm their apprehension by drowning it in numbers.