First you took all my reds, and I couldn't do any more sunsets, then you took green and yellow, and finally I had nothing left but blue and white, and could only do night scenes, which are always depressing to look at, and not at all easy to paint.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence.To have no yesterday, no to-morrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.