Silence Remains, Inescapably, A Form Of Speech.

For Those Who Live Neither With Religious Consolations About Death Nor With A Sense Of Death (or Of Anything Else) As Natural, Death Is The Obscene Mystery, The Ultimate Affront, The Thing That Cannot Be Controlled. It Can Only Be Denied.

Real Art Has The Capacity To Make Us Nervous.

The Idea Of Content In Art Is Today Merely A Hindrance, A Nuisance, A Subtle Or Not So Subtle Philistinism.

Lying Is The Most Simple Form Of Self-defence.

War Is Elective. It Is Not An Inevitable State Of Affairs. War Is Not The Weather.