If you have feet, walk! If you have wings, fly! Whatever you have, use them! Don't let them to rust!
All the beautiful things in this world are lies. They count for nothing in the end.
When I am at my work each day In the fields so fresh and green I often think of riches and the way things might have been But believe me when I tell you when I get home each day I'm as happy as a sandboy with my wee cup of tay
I'd love to be an artist always, but if no one wants me, I'd love to write songs for other people, be a manager, nurture new talent.
One cannot imagine St. Francis of Assisi talking about rights.
Time to a writer is like play dough in the hands of a toddler.
All art is erotic. The first ornament to have been invented, the cross, was of erotic origin. It was the first work of art. A horizontal stroke: the woman lying down. A vertical stroke: the male who penetrates her.