“Works of art imitate and provoke other works of art, the process is the source of art itself.”

“A Partial History of My StupidityTraffic was heavy coming off the bridgeand I took the road to the right, the wrong one,and got stuck in the car for hours.Most nights I rushed out into the eveningwithout paying attention to the trees,whose names I didn't know,or the birds, which flew heedlessly on.I couldn't relinquish my desiresor accept them, and so I strolled alonglike a tiger that wanted to spring,but was still afraid of the wildness within.The iron bars seemed invisible to others,but I carried a cage around inside me.I cared too much what other people thoughtand made remarks I shouldn't have made.I was slient when I should have spoken.Forgive me, philosophers,I read the Stoics but never understood them.I felt that I was living the wrong life,spiritually speaking,while halfway around the worldthousands of people were being slaughtered,some of them by my countrymen.So I walked on--distracted, lost in thought--and forgot to attend to those who sufferedfar away, nearby.Forgive me, faith, for never having any.I did not believe in God,who eluded me.”

“I need to live like that crooked tree--...that knelt down in the hardest windsbut could not be blasted away.”

“Language is the most massive and inclusive art we know, a mountainous and anonymous work of unconscious generations.”

“Great art is never perfect; perfect art is never great.”

“The Baron told her that only art meant anything.”

“And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,End in the Nothing all Things end in - Yes -Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but whatThou shalt be - Nothing - though shalt not be less.”