It Is The Dread Of Something Happening,

The Indefatigable Pursuit Of An Unattainable Perfection -even Though Nothing More Than The Pounding Of An Old Piano -is What Alone Gives A Meaning To Our Life On This Unavailing Star.

When We Say We Are Certain So-and-so Can't Possibly Have Done It, What We Mean Is That We Think He Very Likely Did.

The Vitality Of A New Movement In Art Must Be Gauged By The Fury It Arouses.

It Is Through The Cracks In Our Brains That Ecstasy Creeps In.

Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns Everything To Gold That It Touches.