We all know what needs to be done - it's the doing it that is the challenge!

Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

So I left words of forgiveness to God and liars and I enjoyed my hatred.

He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.

People who look at my painting say that it makes them happy, like the feeling when you wake up in the morning. And happiness is the goal, isn't it?

There are some ideas so wrong that only a very intelligent person could believe in them.

The French say that to part is to die a little. To be forgotten too is to die a little. It is to lose some of the links that anchor us to the rest of humanity.

Look to the East, where up the lucid sky; the morning climbs! The day shall yet be fair.

Everything we see, everything that exists, is part of God.

Sons or fathers, poor men or rich men, sacred or secular: all are homosexual in their worship of everything phallic.

We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.