The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
I'm not a politician, I'm an artist. And the artist's job is to be a mirror, not a leader.
I'm not going to change who I am just because people want me to be something else.