"There is no escape. You can't be a vagabond and an artist and still be a solid citizen, a wholesome, upstanding man. You want to get drunk, so you have to accept the hangover. You say yes to the sunlight and pure fantasies, so you have to say yes to the filth and the nausea. Everything is within you, gold and mud, happiness and pain, the laughter of childhood and the apprehension of death.
You are not harmonious, or the master of yourself.
You are a bird in the storm.
Let it storm!
Let it drive you!"
Painting: "Snow Storm - Steam-Boat off a Harbour's Mouth" by Joseph Mallord William Turner