A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.
A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.
To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Everybody talks about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.
—Stephanie Laurens in The Truth About Love
It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens.
The upper classes are... a nation's past; the middle class is its future.