I Know What I Like—i Like Art—and

If I Could Prescribe A Single Rule For Looking At A Work Of Art It Would Be To Enjoy It. If We're Honest With Ourselves, We Have To Admit We Enjoy Our Tears Just As Much As We Enjoy Our Laughter. The Only Moments Of Life That Are A Bore Are When We Don't Care One Way Or Another.

There Comes A Time In Life When You Know What You Like And Have To Make Up Your Mind To Like What You Know, Or At Least Have Begun To Know. In Other Words, You Must Determine In What Direction Your Knowledge Is Leading, Thus Far.

I’m Always Intrigued By My Nonsensical Concern With Picking Out A Bunch Of Things That Look Exactly Alike The Ones That Somehow I Feel Are The Best And Belong To Me. It’s That Same Crazy Urge Or Superstition, Or Whatever It Is, That Makes Me Open A Bible In A Hotel Room, Hoping For Some Great Happenstance Spiritual Word Of Advice. More Often Than Not, I Hit A Long Passage Of Begats And Begots, Which Contain Little Inspiration Other Than The Fact That Procreation Is The Highest Aim Of Life.

Right At This Moment, I Only Want Silence. I Believe That The End Of Life Is Silence In The Love People Have For You. I've Actually Been Running Through What People Have Said About The End. Religion Says That The End Is One Thing, Because It Serves Their Purpose. But Great Thinkers Alike Haven't Always Agreed. Shakespeare Knew How To Say It Better Than Anyone Else. Hamlet Says 'the Rest Is Silence.' And When You Think Of The Noises Of Everyday Life, You Realize How Particularly Desirable That Is. Silence.

There's Something Fascinating About Seeing Something You Don't Like At First But Directly Know You Will Love—in Time. People Are That Way, All Through Life. You Come Against A Personality, And It Questions Yours. You Shy Away But Know There Are Gratifying Secrets There, And The Half-open Door Is Often More Exciting Than The Wide.