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To be fair I don’t make words, I only use them. I choose the words from a magic cauldron, called the dictionary, and as if by magic I create a story, a thought.

I don’t know how to draw, so I just do rough drafts on any piece of paper and thereby I get drawings.
Another paradox!

I am not a professional photographer, but I’m a shot addict – bang! bang!
I shoot to the left, to the right and from time to time I get some great photos.

This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, and defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny,Time, Love, Beauty…
– Henry Miller

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