Mankind Has Got To Get Back To

For {she} Had Adopted The Standard Of The Young: What There Was In The Moment Was Everything. And Moments Followed One Another Without Necessarily Belonging To One Another.

The Upshot Was, My Paintings Must Burn That English Artists Might Finally Learn.

That Is Your Trick, Your Bit Of Filthy Magic: Invisibility, And The Anaesthetic Power To Deaden My Attention In Your Direction.

Shall I Tell You What You Have That Other Men Don't?.... It's The Courage Of Your Own Tenderness.

The Word Arse Is As Much God As The Word Face. It Must Be So, Otherwise You Cut Off Your God At The Waist.