It is the working man who is the happy man. It is the idle man who is the miserable man.
The individual couldn't find any attention in Italy.
Growing up, I think I always had a sense of art: a sense that there was poetry in the world. I didn't know where I was going to find it. I didn't know where I was going to fit in, that was for sure. But I kept moving forward. There wasn't a future in anything other than movement.
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