If A Violin String Could Ache, I

Freudism And All It Has Tainted With Its Grotesque Implications And Methods, Appear To Me To Be One Of The Vilest Deceits Practiced By People On Themselves And On Others. I Reject It Utterly, Along With A Few Other Medieval Items Still Adored By The Ignorant, The Conventional, Or The Very Sick.

To Play Safe, I Prefer To Accept Only One Type Of Power: The Power Of Art Over Trash, The Triumph Of Magic Over The Brute.

All Great Novels Are Great Fairy Tales.

Solitude Was Corrupting Me.

Who Can Say What Heartbreaks Are Caused In A Dog By Our Discontinuing A Romp?