I didn't go to school a lot.
Problems look mighty small from 150 miles up.
The world itself looks cleaner and so much more beautiful. Maybe we can make it that way - the way God intended it to be - by giving everyone, eventually, that new perspective from out in space.
We've got a bad fire let's get out. . . We're burning up.
I love kids; I think they are fun and funny.
Thank God I am deemed worthy to be hated by the world.
THE old man died beneath the wheels of the twentieth century. There was nothing left but stains, bloodstains and fragments of flesh. . . And the same thing is happening to my generation.
I feel like a sailor, or better, like an explorer of the immense universe of art. The artist is a discoverer in search of the keys that open the door to emotions and feelings. Art is the place where rationality, fantasy, truth and fiction mix up in a detonating mixture.