Ultimately, I want to make everyone horny.

No one expected me. Everything awaited me.

It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to Him.

Nothing is a hobby - each discipline is its own world with its own high standards. Of course, every artist has 'minor works' that they do, but I don't think I have any 'minor disciplines.'

I'm an intuitive musician. I have no real technical skills. I can only play six chords on the guitar.

What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.

Sometimes you have to abandon your own children for other children.