Please don't expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Here I am$$$ a bundle of past recollections and future dreams$$$ knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh has gone through; I dream of what it may go through.

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.<br>It made me tired just to think of it.

So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes$$$ yet they would open up$$$ unfolding quite wonderfully$$$ if only you were interested in them.

I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep$$$ to fall into people$$$ to really know them.

I'm not a developer; I am.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot$$$ others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

You have to have an idea of what you are going to do$$$ but it should be a vague idea.

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.

To know how to think with emotions and to feel with intellect.