There's Something In The Human Personality Which

In Any Case, Once You're Dealing On A Nonverbal Level, Ambiguity Is Unavoidable. But It's The Ambiguity Of All Art, Of A Fine Piece Of Music Or A Painting - You Don't Need Written Instructions By The Composer Or Painter Accompanying Such Works To 'explain' Them. “explaining” Them Contributes Nothing But A Superficial 'cultural' Value Which Has No Value Except For Critics And Teachers Who Have To Earn A Living.

The Essence Of Dramatic Form Is To Let An Idea Come Over People Without It Being Plainly Stated. When You Say Something Directly, It's Simply Not As Potent As It Is When You Allow People To Discover It For Themselves.

The Test Of A Work Of Art Is, In The End, Our Affection For It, Not Our Ability To Explain Why It Is Good.

Busy People Begrudge The Days Being Short. I Can No Longer Sit Back And Allow Communist Infiltration, Communist Indoctrination, Communist Subversion, And The International Communist Conspiracy To Sap And Impurify All Of Our Precious Bodily Fluids.

In His Essay On The Uncanny, Das Unheimliche, Freud Said That The Uncanny Is The Only Feeling Which Is More Powerfully Experienced In Art Than In Life. If The Horror Genre Required Any Justification, I Should Think This Alone Would Serve As Its Credentials.