The Cinema Is Death At Work.

Poets Don't Draw. They Unravel Their Handwriting And Then Tie It Up Again, But Differently.

What Uniform Can I Wear To Hide My Heavy Heart? It Is Too Heavy. It Will Always Show.

What Is History After All? History Is Facts Which Become Lies In The End.

Appreciation Of Art Is A Moral Erection, Otherwise Mere Dilettantism.

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.