Seek And You Shall Find

Art And Order, The Relatives That Refuse To Relate.

Strictly Speaking, There Are No Holidays For Art; Art Pursues You Everywhere, And That's Just Fine With The Artist.

I Do Not Want To Have The Feeling Of Writing "for Eternity," So To Speak.

It Could Draw From A Greater Reservoir Of Freedom. The Irony Could Develop An Even Greater Ease.

He Lies Like A Book. And He Reads A Lot Of Books.