Style Is A Simple Way Of Saying

The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison From Which The Works Of Art Escape.

Man Seeks To Escape Himself In Myth, And Does So By Any Means At His Disposal. Drugs, Alcohol, Or Lies. Unable To Withdraw Into Himself, He Disguises Himself. Lies And Inaccuracy Give Him A Few Moments Of Comfort.

Don't For A Moment Believe He Was Killing The Young; He Was Costuming Angels.

The Audience Bursts Into Laughter. With The Tragic Gag I Don't Expect The Audience To Laugh (if They Do, I Have Failed) But I Expect A Black Silence From Them That Is Almost As Violent: As Laughter.

Statues To Great Men Are Made Of The Stones Thrown At Them In Their Lifetime.