I Sometimes Feel That I'm Impersonating The

I Know What I Like—i Like Art—and I Like What I Know.

Art Is Excitement Which If We Can't Create Ourselves, We Can At Least, Through Love Of It, Make Available To Others.

I’m Always Intrigued By My Nonsensical Concern With Picking Out A Bunch Of Things That Look Exactly Alike The Ones That Somehow I Feel Are The Best And Belong To Me. It’s That Same Crazy Urge Or Superstition, Or Whatever It Is, That Makes Me Open A Bible In A Hotel Room, Hoping For Some Great Happenstance Spiritual Word Of Advice. More Often Than Not, I Hit A Long Passage Of Begats And Begots, Which Contain Little Inspiration Other Than The Fact That Procreation Is The Highest Aim Of Life.

I'm Extremely Profane, Unconsciously So, When I See Something Great For The First Time; I Don't Know Why, But Beauty And Profanity Are Related To Me In The Same Way. It May Be That I Want To Think Of Art In The Vernacular, But I Have No Control Over What Comes Out Of My Mouth When My Eyes Take In Great Beauty...it Might Just Be The Reason I Avoid Going To Museums With Elderly Ladies.

Right At This Moment, I Only Want Silence. I Believe That The End Of Life Is Silence In The Love People Have For You. I've Actually Been Running Through What People Have Said About The End. Religion Says That The End Is One Thing, Because It Serves Their Purpose. But Great Thinkers Alike Haven't Always Agreed. Shakespeare Knew How To Say It Better Than Anyone Else. Hamlet Says 'the Rest Is Silence.' And When You Think Of The Noises Of Everyday Life, You Realize How Particularly Desirable That Is. Silence.