There Are Two Ways To Reach Me:

The Monster I Kill Every Day Is The Monster Of Realism. The Monster Who Attacks Me Every Day Is Destruction. Out Of The Duel Comes The Transformation. I Turn Destruction Into Creation Over And Over Again.

The Secret Of Joy Is The Mastery Of Pain.

We Travel, Some Of Us Forever, To Seek Other States, Other Lives, Other Souls.

You Marry The Day You Realize The Human Defects Of Your Love.

Perhaps A Child, Like A Cat, Is So Much Inside Of Himself That He Does Not See Himself In The Mirror.