Andere / Others Etwas / Some Geboren / Born Immer noch / Still Platziert / Placed Sanft / Gently Schub / Thrust Verlassen / Abandoned Welt / World
I'm still astonished that somebody would offer me a job and pay me to do what I wanted to do.
Art is a liaison between some sort of deranged mentality and others who are not going through it.
I am still the place where creation does some work on itself.
I mean there are many people who have endorsed me that I agree with on some things and not others.
Things are old. Parts are old. I'm talking about 'us' parts. AARP-parts. Some of us were born with stronger parts than others.
There are places and moments in which one is so completely alone that one sees the world entire.
War is a game that is played with a smile. If you can't smile, grin. If you can't grin, keep out of the way till you can.
I would rather be loved than have money and all that other stuff.
It's fun to peek into other people's worlds and see how they go about doing things.
