A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?

She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.

Give much, demand little.

I won't be righteous again. I'm not sure anymore.

A teleology directed to material ends has been substituted for the lust for adventure, variety, and play.

A man's legacy is determined by how the story ends.

Mankind fears an evil man but heaven does not.

I start with voice, maybe a sentence. That sentence might embody an image, and I go from there. One sentence to the next. Sound drives the work these days - sound before description.

While I am busy with little things, I am not required to do greater things.

I don't want to find myself designing for the press.

Man must get away from verbal forms to attain the consciousness, that which is there to be perceived at hand.