I never understood music. It seemed to me to be the maximum amount of noise conveying the minimum amount of information. - Quentin Crisp

It would be impossible to get through the kind of life that I have known without accumulating a vast unused stockpile of rage. Retaliation, though, was a luxury I could never afford. On the physical level I was too feeble. On any other I was not rich enough. I never dared to be rude to anyone. I never knew that I might not need him later. Long after fantasies of sexual excess had ceased to torment me, my imagination was inflamed by lurid day-dreams of having my revenge on the world.

Michelangelo worked from within. He described not the excitements of touching or seeing a man but the excitement of being Man.

To my disappointment I now realized that to know all is not to forgive all. It is to despise everybody.