God Is A Creator, Not A Law

I Am Convinced The Most Unfortunate People Are Those Who Would Make An Art Of Love. It Sours Other Effort. Of All Artists, They Are Certainly The Most Wretched.

Every Moment Of One's Existence One Is Growing Into More Or Retreating Into Less. One Is Always Living A Little More Or Dying A Little Bit.

The Final Purpose Of Art Is To Intensify, Even, If Necessary, To Exacerbate, The Moral Consciousness Of People.

Women Think Of Being A Man As A Gift. It Is A Duty. Even Making Love Can Be A Duty. A Man Has Always Got To Get It Up, And Love Isn't Always Enough.

Los Angeles Is A Constellation Of Plastic.