A man who knows neither how to travel nor how to keep a journal has put together this travel journal. But at the moment of signing he is suddenly afraid. So he casts the first stone. Here.

He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels

With your faults, dont hurry. Dont correct them thoughtlessly. What would you put in their place?

It is preferable not to travel with a dead man.

He who hides his madman, dies voiceless.

The bird's delirium does not interest the trees.

He who doesn't know anger doesn't know anything. He doesn't know the immediate.

It came to me late, as an adult, the desire to draw and participate in the world of lines.

He who knows how to shave the razor, will know how to erase the eraser.

The Surrealist supernatural is a bit predictable but given the choice between supernatural and anything else, I would have no hesitation. Long live supernatural!

Nothing is the speed limit of thought.

Silence can be lovely or disturbing, depending on the source.

Our ego occupies so much space, there is little room for anything else.

I expect some new phases of life this summer and shall try to get the honey from each moment.

So I think you have to marry for the right reasons, and marry the right person.

Some of my poems indicate that I am writing while living alone after a split with a woman, and I've had many splits with women. I need solitude more often when I'm not writing than when I am.

There had to be a better way - if I couldn't find it, I wanted to create it.

Because I was young, I had this long hair, and people used to try to tip me with joints.

My life belongs the Lord Krishna now. I'm just the servant of Krishna. I've never been so humble in all my life, and I feel great!

I don't have many expenses as a college student (mostly food) so I'm able to put advertising revenue right back into the production of new videos.

The strange machinery by which a reputation precedes its source we all know is faulty. Yet how much faith we put in it!