O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest
heaven of invention.
Un soir, j'ai assis la Beauté sur mes genoux.
Et je l'ai trouvée amère.
Et je l'ai injuriée.
Poets are the greatest, most necessary kind of 'liars'... they give us the 'lies' - metaphors, symbols, myths, archetypes - that transform the world and our relationship to it.
Don't try to explain it, just sell it.
Colonel Tom Parker
We are the poison in the human machine.
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