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All Great Art Is A Form Of Complaint

The Truth Is That Everything Causes Everything Else. We Do Not Speak Therefore Of One Thing Causing Another. There Are No Secrets. It's Just We Thought They Said Dead When They Said Bread.

Each Something Is A Celebration Of The Nothing That Supports It.

One Day When I Was Studying With Schoenberg, He Pointed Out The Eraser On His Pencil And Said, 'this End Is More Important Than The Other.' After Twenty Years I Learned To Write Directly In Ink.

If Something Is Boring After Two Minutes, Try It For Four. If Still Boring, Then Eight. Then Sixteen. Then Thirty-two. Eventually One Discovers That It Is Not Boring At All.