Surrender To A Logic More Powerful Than

I Feel That, In A Sense, The Writer Knows Nothing Any Longer. He Has No Moral Stance. He Offers The Reader The Contents Of His Own Head, A Set Of Options And Imaginative Alternatives. His Role Is That Of A Scientist, Whether On Safari Or In His Laboratory, Faced With An Unknown Terrain Or Subject. All He Can Do Is To Devise Various Hypotheses And Test Them Against The Facts.

The Geometry Of Landscape And Situation Seems To Create Its Own Systems Of Time, The Sense Of A Dynamic Element Which Is Cinematizing The Events Of The Canvas, Translating A Posture Or Ceremony Into Dynamic Terms. The Greatest Movie Of The 20th Century Is The Mona Lisa, Just As The Greatest Novel Is Gray's Anatomy.

In A Completely Sane World, Madness Is The Only Freedom.

Perhaps Violence, Like Pornography, Is Some Kind Of An Evolutionary Standby System, A Last-resort Device For Throwing A Wild Joker Into The Game?

It's True That I Have Very Little Idea What I Shall Be Writing Next, But At The Same Time I Have A Powerful Premonition Of Everything That Lies Ahead Of Me, Even Ten Years Ahead.