The First Thing A Proprietor Learns, And

Anna Despises Two Classes Of People: First, Those Who Own Their Own Homes And Have Cars And Families, And Second, Everybody Else. Constantly She Is On The Verge Of Exploding. With Rage. A Pool Of Pure Red. The Pool Is Filled With Speechlessness That Talks Away At Her Nonstop.

Strictly Speaking, There Are No Holidays For Art; Art Pursues You Everywhere, And That's Just Fine With The Artist.

Only He Who Loves And Is Loved For His Own Sake Can Be Happy, And What Produces That Happiness Is Not So Much The Sense Of Sexual Communion As Of Two People Being Together ... The Sexual Act Viewed As A Whole Probably Affords Less Happiness Than A Totally Ordinary Kiss Or Often Indeed One Simple Word From The One You Love.

I Think Isolation Is One Of The Greatest Problems, An Ever-growing Obstacle To Political Solidarity.

The First Thing A Proprietor Learns, And Painfully At That, Is: Trust Is Fine, But Control Is Better.