Vice Is Basically The Love Of Failure.

Sunday, The Day For The Language Of Leisure.

As Is Said About Most Writers: On The One Hand All I Ever Did From When I Was A Child Was Read, And I Was A Loner, Which Was Furthered By My Parents And My Upbringing.

Eroding Solidarity Paradoxically Makes A Society More Susceptible To The Construction Of Substitute Collectives And Fascisms Of All Kinds.

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

Love Points The Way. Desire Is Its Ignorant Advisor.