Virginia Woolf

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

I'm always writing lyrics. I have so many lyrics on so many stray pieces of paper. Everywhere.

Objects in pictures should so be arranged as by their very position to tell their own story.