Your Work Is Carved Out Of Agony

All Art, In Spite Of The Struggles Of Some Critics To Prove Otherwise, Is Based On Emotion And Projects Emotion.

Women Have No Wilderness In Them They Are Provident Instead Content In The Tight Hot Cell Of Their Hearts To Eat Dusty Bread.

The Women Rest Their Tired Half-healed Hearts; They Are Almost Well.

Stupidity Always Accompanies Evil. Or Evil, Stupidity.

I Have Lost Faith In Universal Panaceas - Work Is The One Thing In Which I Really Believe.