But they know. They all know. And what am I against so many…?

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

I am I-I am powerful, but to what extent? I am I.

The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.

Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

The artist's life nourishes itself on the particular, the concrete.