Kenneth Hari does not paint portraits as they are but as he is. I feel he is hiding something from me. To board a train into his mind would give me a ride into dark adventure.

The name of a person you love is more than language.

All cruel people describe themselves as paragons of frankness.

I don't think there is such a thing as a precise sexual orientation. I think we're all ambiguous sexually.

How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term? can't I apply for a-pardon?

When things don’t change, their sameness becomes an accretion. That is why all society puts on flesh. Succumbs to the cubicles and begins to fill them.

And funerals are pretty compared to deaths.