The Death Of God Left The Angels

Let Me Point Out, If It Has Escaped Your Notice, That What An Artist Does, Is Fail.

I Don’t Think You Can Talk About Progress In Art—movement, But Not Progress.

I Believe That Because I Had Obtained A Wife Who Was Made Up Of Wife-signs (beauty, Charm, Softness, Perfume, Cookery) I Had Found Love.

Will You Be Wanting To Contest The Divorce?" I Asked Mrs. Davis. "i Should Think Not," She Said Calmly, "although I Suppose On Of Us Should, For The Fun Of The Thing. An Uncontested Divorce Always Seems To Me Contrary To The Spirit Of Divorce.

Naked Girls With The Heads Of Marx And Malraux Prone And Helpless In The Glare Of The Headlights, Tried To Give Them A Little Joie De Vivre But Maybe It Didn't Take, Their Constant Bickering And Smallness, It's Like A Stroke Of Lightning, The World Reminds You Of Its Power, Tracheotomies Right And Left, I Am Spinning, My Pretty Child, Don't Scratch, Pick Up Your Feet, The Long Nights, Spent Most Of My Time Listening, This Is A Test Of The System, This Is Only A Test.