There Are Four Kinds Of People In

My Poetry Had The Same Functional Origin And The Same Formal Configuration As Teenage Acne.

In Other Words, Although I Don't Like Them, We Do Need Noble-spirited Souls.

Narrativity Presumes A Special Taste For Plot. And This Taste For Plot Was Always Very Present In The Anglo-saxon Countries And That Explains Their High Quality Of Detective Novels.

When All The Archetypes Burst Out Shamelessly, We Plumb The Depths Of Homeric Profundity. Two Clichés Make Us Laugh But A Hundred Clichés Moves Us Because We Sense Dimly That The Clichés Are Talking Among Themselves, Celebrating A Reunion. . . . Just As The Extreme Of Pain Meets Sensual Pleasure, And The Extreme Of Perversion Borders On Mystical Energy, So Too The Extreme Of Banality Allows Us To Catch A Glimpse Of The Sublime.

There Are Four Kinds Of People In This World: Cretins, Fools, Morons, And Lunatics.