In The Dark, All Cats Are Black.

The Responsibility Of The Artist Consists In Perfecting His Work So That It May Become Attractively Disinteresting.

When I Went To The Analyst For A Kind Of Preliminary Meeting, He Said, 'i'll Be Able To Fix You So That You'll Write Much More Music Than You Do Now.' I Said, 'good Heavens! I Already Write Too Much, It Seems To Me.' That Promise Of His Put Me Off.

The Emotions - Love, Mirth, The Heroic, Wonder, Tranquility, Fear, Anger, Sorrow, Disgust - Are In The Audience.

Each Something Is A Celebration Of The Nothing That Supports It.

So Somebody Has Talent? So What? Dime A Dozen. And We're Overpopulated. Actually We Have More Food Than We Have People And More Art. We've Gotten To The Point Of Burning Food. When Will We Begin To Burn Our Art?