The Past Grows Gradually Around One, Like

What Any True Painting Touches Is An Absence - An Absence Of Which Without The Painting, We Might Be Unaware. And That Would Be Our Loss.

Men Look At Women. Women Watch Themselves Being Looked At.

Sometimes, Because Of Its Immediacy, Television Produces A Kind Of Electronic Parable. Berlin, For Instance, On The Day The Wall Was Opened. Rostropovich Was Playing His Cello By The Wall That No Longer Cast A Shadow, And A Million East Berliners Were Thronging To The West To Shop With An Allowance Given Them By West German Banks! At That Moment The Whole World Saw How Materialism Had Lost Its Awesome Historic Power And Become A Shopping List.

Fanaticism Comes From Any Form Of Chosen Blindness Accompanying The Pursuit Of A Single Dogma.

Hope Is A Contraband Passed From Hand To Hand And Story To Story.