I'd rather produce art than become art.

I still don't belong to anyone - I am mine.

Doing nothing gives me great pleasure. And believe me, I succeed wonderfully in it.

Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself; and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

Racism is beyond common sense and has no place in our society.

I am attracted to humans. But, of course... not many.

I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.