I always say that when one of our projects is complete, everyone will want it, even though it was what no one wanted before.

Instead of riding a bicycle of mindfulness through hell, hoping for calm, the Eros-informed being turns on the all-terrain vehicle of erotic intensity, and drives out.

We have sold our greatest resource and allowed it to be cut with greed.

In the end, you will make love of, and to, a loveless world.

The pressure either crushes you or makes the diamond. What will this consciousness do with this
one wild and precious scene?

I didn’t know then that this place would become a kind of monastery.