My mistakes are my life.
Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.
I can't go on. I'll go on.
The human eyelid is not teartight (happily for the human eye).
If you do not love me I shall not be loved If I do not love you I shall not love.
Do you always believe in the life to come? Mine was always that.