The Words Of A Dead Man Are

All Good Art Is In The Nature Of A Letter Written To Amuse A Sick Friend. Too Much Art, Particularly In Our Time, Is Only A Letter Written To Oneself.

A Real Book Is Not One That We Read, But One That Reads Us.

What We Have Not Named As A Symbol Escapes Our Notice.

Caesar's Double-bed Is Warm As An Unimportant Clerk Writes I Do Not Like My Work On A Pink Official Form.

I Don't Get Acting Jobs Because Of My Looks.