Laughing Deeply Is Living Deeply.

...in Our Time Art Is Encrusted With A Noisy, Opaque, Logorrhea Of Theory That Prevents A Work From Coming Into Direct, Media Free, Non-interpreted Contact With Its Viewer (its Reader, Its Listener)

The Best Actors Do Not Let The Wheels Show.

Sleep In My Arms. Like A Baby Bird. Like A Broom Among Brooms... In A Broom Closet. Like A Tiny Parrot. Like A Whistle. Like A Little Song. A Song Sung By A Forest... Within A Forest... A Thousand Years Ago.

The Novelist Teaches The Reader To Comprehend The World As A Question.

Let Us Consider The Critic, Therefore, As A Discoverer Of Discoveries.