I Gave Up Before Birth.

The End Of A Life Is Always Vivifying.

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

[t]he Syndrome Known As Life Is Too Diffuse To Admit Of Palliation. For Every Symptom That Is Eased, Another Is Made Worse. The Horse Leech's Daughter Is A Closed System. Her Quantum Of Wantum Cannot Vary.

What Is That Unforgettable Line?