Every Morning When I Wake Up, I

Knowing How To Look Is A Way Of Inventing.

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!

When I Paint, The Sea Roars Others Splash About In The Bath

I Don't Need Drugs. I Am Drugs.

There Is Only One Difference Between A Madman And Me. The Madman Thinks He Is Sane. I Know I Am Mad.