The Critics Say That Shostakovich's Fourth Symphony

In The Modern World, All Literary Art Is Necessarily Political -- Especially That Which Pretends Not To Be.

When I Write "paradise" I Mean Not Only Apple Trees And Golden Women But Also Scorpions And Tarantulas And Flies, Rattlesnakes And Gila Monsters, Sandstorms, Volcanoes And Earthquakes, Bacteria And Bear, Cactus, Yucca, Bladderweed, Ocotillo And Mesquite, Flash Floods And Quicksand, And Yes - Disease And Death And The Rotting Of Flesh.

Salome Had But Seven Veils; The Artist Has A Thousand.

Too Many American Authors Have A Servile Streak Where Their Backbone Should Be. Where's Our Latest Nobel Laureate? More Than Likely You'll Find Him In The Rose Garden Kissing The First Lady's Foot.

In Writing, Fidelity To Fact Leads Eventually To The Poetry Of Truth.