You Can't Be At The Pole And

The More I Become Decomposed, The More Sick And Fragile I Am, The More I Become An Artist.

The Mediterranean Has The Color Of Mackerel, Changeable I Mean. You Don't Always Know If It Is Green Or Violet, You Can't Even Say It's Blue, Because The Next Moment The Changing Reflection Has Taken On A Tint Of Rose Or Gray.

God Sends Us Pieces Of Art So That We May See Ourselves In Them

The Lamps Are Burning And The Starry Sky Is Over It All.

One Must Never Let The Fire Go Out In One's Soul, But Keep It Burning.