永远
The true artist is always in a state of becoming.
The artist must be a perpetual beginner.
The true artist is always an anarchist.
The novel is an art form that is always in crisis, always on the verge of disappearing, and that's what keeps it alive.
The man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down. The rain will erode the deeds of his life. But that man who sets himself the task of singling out the thread of order from the tapestry will by the decision alone have taken charge of the world and it is only by such taking charge that he will effect a way to dictate the terms of his own fate.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
I must have flowers, always, and always.
I must have flowers, always, and always.