I Was Pushing Myself To Extremes In

Take Whatever You Can From Others, And When There Is Nothing Left, Forget About Them.

Can The Imagination, Any More Than The Boy, Be Held Prisoner ?" - From The Foreword To The 1976 Edition Of "the Painted Bird

The Principle Of Art Is To Pause, Not Bypass.

If We Reduce Social Life To The Smallest Possible Unit We Will Find That There Is No Social Life In The Company Of One.

[nabokov's] Language Is Made Visible . . . Like A Veil Or Transparent Curtain. You Cannot Help Seeing The Curtain As You Peek Into The Intimate Rooms Behind.