The step between ecstatic vision and sinful frenzy is all too brief.

You tell me these two were my parents, so now I know but it's a memory that you've given me. I'll remember the photo from now on, but not them.

It takes a little time, but the pleasures of cooking begin before the pleasures of the palate, and preparing means anticipating.

Nothing can shake my belief that this world is the fruit of a dark god whose shadow I extend.

People are tired of simple things. They want to be challenged.

A democratic civilization will save itself only if it makes the language of the image into a stimulus for critical reflection - not an invitation for hypnosis.

Love flourishes in expectation. Expectation strolls through the spacious fields of Time towards Opportunity.