I Don't Know What My Friends Do.

Good Evening, And Welcome To A Private Showing Of Three Paintings, Displayed Here For The First Time. Each Is A Collectors' Item In Its Own Way - Not Because Of Any Special Artistic Quality, But Because Each Captures On A Canvas, And Suspends In Time And Space, A Frozen Moment Of A Nightmare.

I Found That It Was All Right To Have Martians Saying Things Democrats And Republicans Could Never Say.

Writers Vary Tremendously. Was It Tom Wolfe Who Stood Up Or Was It [ernest] Hemingway Who Had To Stand Up? I Don't Know.

I've Never Really Topped Myself, Because Awards In Themselves Really Don't Reflect Major Accomplishment. It's Kind Of A Strange, Backslapping Ritual That We Go Through In This Town Where You Get Awards For Almost Everything. For Surviving The Day You're Going To Get Awards.

The Tools Of Conquest Do Not Necessarily Come With Bombs And Explosions And Fallout. There Are Weapons That Are Simply Thoughts, Attitudes, Prejudices . . . . And The Pity Of It Is That These Things Cannot Be Confined To The Twilight Zone.