There Are Poets And There Are Grownups.

Every Day In The Mirror I Watch Death At Work.

Art Is Science In The Flesh.

Picasso Said That Everything Is A Miracle, That It's A Miracle That We Don't Dissolve In Our Baths.

Youth Can Only Assert Itself Through The Conviction That Its Ventures Surpass All Others And Resemble Nothing.

The Poet, By Composing Poems, Uses A Language That Is Neither Dead Nor Living, That Few People Speak, And Few People Understand We Are The Servants Of An Unknown Force That Lives Within Us, Manipulates Us, And Dictates This Language To Us.