Our Element Is Unending Immaturity.

To Me, Art Almost Always Speaks More Forcefully When It Appears In An Imperfect, Accidental, And Fragmentary Way, Somehow Just Signaling Its Presence, Allowing One To Feel It Through The Ineptitude Of The Interpretation. I Prefer The Chopin That Reaches Me In The Street From An Open Window To The Chopin Served In Great Style From The Concert Stage.

The Difference Between Western And Eastern Intellectuals Is That The Former Have Not Been Kicked In The Ass Enough.

Great Poetry Must Be Admired, Because It Is Great And Because It Is Poetry, And So We Admire It.

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.