Eugéne

“What is a poet? An unhappy man who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.... And people flock around the poet and say: 'Sing again soon' - that is, 'May new sufferings torment your soul but your lips be fashioned as before, for the cry would only frighten us, but the music, that is blissful.”
― Soren Kierkegaard, Either - Or

“I force myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.”
― Marcel Duchamp

“Sincerity is the defence of every misanthrope.”
― David Joseph Cribbin, Father Crow and Other Poems

“Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink.”
― David Joseph Cribbin, Father Crow and Other Poems