Man's own form in space - his body - was a private prison; and that it was because of this imprisoning misery - because he was hungry and overworked and went to a horrid place called home late at night… — Willem de Kooning Copy Share Image
“Everything he did was a physical thing. When he spoke, my bones ached. When he breathed, I felt it in my veins and on my skin. ” — Tyra Lynn Copy Share Image
