Book: Diary. Page 3

Any sufficiently strong stress, positive or negative, equal to, can cripple our reason and bring us ideas and abilities that we can't find any other way.

According to Plato, we learn nothing. Our soul has lived so many lives that we know everything. Teachers can only remind us of what we know and so.
Our unhappiness. These suppress the rational mind is the source of inspiration. Muse. Our guardian angel. Suffering can lead us out of rational self-control and allow the divine to flow through us.

Funny when your mind tries to comprehend the chaos.

Maybe people need to survive the tragedy, to start doing what you love.
(Probably need to get hurt for real, before we venture to do what he likes.)

I bet if you write something that lives in your heart, this canvas will hang in the Museum.
(I bet if you painted what was in your heart, it would have hung in the Museum.)

We're not old enough to buy beer - what can we teach the world?

We've been here. We are here now. We'll always be here.

Art, inspiration, love them so easy to dissect. To explain, to deny secrecy.

From too loud compliment is harder than the slap.

For the record, the weather today is clear, with separate moods of despair and anger.

For the record, today's weather is nervous disgust with hypothetical caution.

For the record, the weather today is calm and Sunny but the air is poisoned with the nonsense...
Today's weather - alternating anger, sometimes rage attacks. ...
Just for the record: the weather today is outrageous, disturbing and a bit messy...

The only thing capable artist to describe his own face.
You're doomed to be yourself.

A couple of servings of alcohol. A couple of aspirin. Repeat.