“I always walked the ragged edge.”

“I like walking on the edge..”

“Marcus looked down. “Ah, man! This was my favorite shirt. Who tore it?” he asked, trying to pull the ragged edges together.”

“But I so want to walk that razor's edge,Take feeling to a whole new level.”

“But the long tunnels of art through which I walked in Rome that day had no ragged edges, cowardly colors, or shades of pastel that didn't know what to do with themselves. The wisdom, perfection, and beauty of the colors and forms I passed were more than enough, in their collectivity, to hint at the principles which govern the hereafter, whatever that may be. Indeed, even a detail of one painting can offer solid direction in this regard if one knows how to look”

“Life is nothing but rags and tags and filthy rags at that. Why was I ever born?”