But In My Arms She Was Always

Art At Its Greatest Is Fantastically Deceitful And Complex.

Life Is Just One Small Piece Of Light Between Two Eternal Darknesses.

Curiously Enough, One Cannot Read A Book; One Can Only Reread It. A Good Reader, A Major Reader, And Active And Creative Reader Is A Rereader.

Remembrance, Like Rembrandt, Is Dark But Festive. Remembered Ones Dress Up For The Occasion And Sit Still. Memory Is A Photo-studio De Luxe On An Infinite Fifth Power Avenue.

I Have Never Seen A More Lucid, More Lonely, Better Balanced Mad Mind Than Mine.