Through the ages, from the beginning of time, I'm certain man has covered woman's face with masks. They are, however, his masks, not hers.

It's easier to be faithful to a restaurant than it is to a woman.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the passion of life.

It's easier to be faithful to a restaurant than it is to a woman.

The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.

Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks. Imposing another time powered by the Clock of the Imagination, however, can refuse his law. Here, freed of the Grim Reaper's scythe, we learn that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain.