Endings Are Elusive, Middles Are Nowhere To

As Jules Renard Said, No Matter How Much Care An Author Takes To Write As Few Books As Possible, There Will Be People Who Haven't Heard Of Some Of Them.

The Question So Often Asked Of Modern Painting, "what Is It?", Contains More Than The Dull Skepticism Of The Man Who Is Not Going To Have The Wool Pulled Over His Eyes. It Speaks Of A Fundamental Placement In Relation To The Work, That Of A Voyager In The World Coming Upon A Strange Object. The Reader Reconstitutes The Work By His Active Participation, By Approaching The Object, Tapping It, Shaking It, Holding It To His Ear To Hear The Roaring Within. It Is Characteristic Of The Object That It Does Not Declare Itself All At Once, In A Rush Of Pleasant Naïveté.

Is Death That Which Gives Meaning To Life?

I Am Never Needlessly Obscure - I Am Needfully Obscure, When I Am Obscure.

It Is Difficult To Keep The Public Interested. The Public Demands New Wonders Piled On New Wonders. Often We Don't Know Where Our Next Marvel Is Coming From. The Supply Of Strange Ideas Is Not Endless.