The Park Grass Looked Greener, The Park

It Is Possible To Be Truly Mad And To Still Exist Upon Scraps Of Life.

There's Nothing Else As Pleasant As Being Unpleasant When There's Nothing Else To Do, And There's Usually Nothing Else To Do.

The Human Body Is Mostly Blood And Mystery And Sadness.

Simplicity Is Always The Secret, To A Profound Truth, To Doing Things, To Writing, To Painting. Life Is Profound In Its Simplicity

There's No Clarity. There Was Never Meant To Be Clarity.