You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.

Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.

But it seems impossible to speak and yet say nothing, you think you have succeeded, but you always overlook something.

I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.