Every Day In The Mirror I Watch

People Seek Escape In Myth By Any Means At Their Disposal, Including Drugs, Alcohol, Meditation, And Lies.

Art Is A Marriage Of The Conscious And The Unconscious.

After The Writer's Death, Reading His Journal Is Like Receiving A Long Letter.

I Am Burning Myself Up And Will Always Do So.

I'm Not Willing Just To Be Tolerated. That Wounds My Love Of Love And Of Liberty.