Art Is Hard For A Puritan To

When The Young Woman Leans Over The Sky, About To Water The Flowers As Well As The Weeds, Her White Front Splits Open Until Her Milk Runs.

If I Were Asked To Think Up A New Name For Temptation, I Should Recommend The Word 'doorknob', Because What Are These Protuberances Put On Doors For If Not To Tempt Us.

On Sorrow Floats Laughter.

So I Have No Grounds To Complain; On The Contrary, Writers Should Consider The Condition Of Permanent Controversiality To Be Invigorating, Part Of The Risk Envolved In Choosing The Profesión. It Is A Fact Of Life That Writers Have Always And With Due Consideration And Great Pleasure Spit In The Soup Of The High And Mighty. That Is What Makes The History Of Literature Analogous To The Development And Refinement Of Censorship.

I Shall Speak Of How Melancholy And Utopia Preclude One Another. How They Fertilize One Another... Of The Revulsion That Follows One Insight And Precedes The Next... Of Superabundance And Surfeit. Of Stasis In Progress. And Of Myself, For Whom Melancholy And Utopia Are Heads And Tails Of The Same Coin.