I Could Eat Your Heart & Asshole

And This Is The Forbidden Truth, The Unspeakable Taboo - That Evil Is Not Always Repellent But Frequently Attractive; That It Has The Power To Make Of Us Not Simply Victims, As Nature And Accident Do, But Active Accomplices.

Tragedy Is The Highest Form Of Art.

Was It Confusing Because It Was Artistic, Or Artistic Because It Was Confusing?

Acting Is The Loneliest Profession I Know.

How Does The Poet Transform His Banal Thoughts (are Not Most Thoughts Banal?) Into Such Stunning Forms, Into Beauty?