I'm not a win at all costs guy. Winning isn't everything. It's second to breathing
A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.
An immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.
My wound existed before me; I was born to embody it.
I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.
Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.
It's difficult isn't it, when you're in a Mosque and everyone's praying and you really enjoy leapfrog.
I have been painting models with black and brown skin only for the past years. So, I did already have this experience, this is how I have come to the paintings I do now.
We must welcome the future, remembering that soon it will be the past; and we must respect the past, remembering that it was once all that was humanly possible.
Joan Rivers is 80 and she's fantastic. She lives in mortal fear of not filling that 1,500-seat room.