In My Religion All Believers Would Stop

A Life Based On Reason Will Always Require To Be Balanced By An Occasional Bout Of Violent And Irrational Emotion, For Instinctual Drives Must Be Satisfied

The Reward Of Art Is Not Fame Or Success But Intoxication.

Promise Is The Capacity For Letting People Down.

The American Language Is In A State Of Flux Based Upon Survival Of The Unfittest.

The True Work Of Art Is The One Which The Seventh Wave Of Genius Throws Up The Beach Where The Undertow Of Time Cannot Drag It Back.