Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.

But I think the spirit of man is a good adversary

Everyone should know nowadays the unimportance of the photographic in art: that truth, life, or reality is an organic thing which the poetic imagination can represent or suggest, in essence, only through transformation, through changing into other forms than those which were merely present in appearance.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

I believe that the silence of God, the absolute speechlessness of Him is a long, long, and awful thing that the whole world is lost because of.

When I was fourteen, my father decided to initiate me into the ways of manhood, and took me to the local whorehouse. The woman spread her legs, and made me look between them. All I could see was something that looked like a dyin' orchid; consequently, I have never been comfortable around women or orchids.

It's interesting, isn't it? . . . the chandelier . . . it reminds me of mushroom soup.