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.

Man Does Not Fear Death, Only The Suffering.

Don't Be Fooled By Your Own Wisdom

Against The Background Of General Freakishness The Case Of My Particular Freakishness Was Lost.

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