The Full And Joyful Acceptance Of The

My One Thought Is To Get Out Of New York, To Experience Something Genuinely American.

When I Reflect That The Task Which The Artist Implicitly Sets Himself Is To Overthrow Existing Values, To Make Of The Chaos About Him An Order Which Is His Own, To Sow Strife And Ferment So That By The Emotional Release Those Who Are Dead May Be Restored To Life, Then It Is That I Run With Joy To The Great And Imperfect Ones, Their Confusion Nourishes Me, Their Stuttering Is Like Divine Music To My Ears.

It Isn't The Oceans Which Cut Us Off From The World - It's The American Way Of Looking At Things.

Who Hates The Jews More Than The Jew?

To Make Living Itself An Art, That Is The Goal.