The World Isn't A Sad Place, It's

Beauty Is Composed Of An Eternal, Invariable Element Whose Quantity Is Extremely Difficult To Determine, And A Relative Element Which Might Be, Either By Turns Or All At Once, Period, Fashion, Moral, Passion.

We Are All Older And More Tired.

When Sex Gets Problematic, The Totalitarianist Walks In.

One Of The Most Striking Signs Of The Decay Of Art Is When We See Its Separate Forms Jumbled Together.

I Don't Like Paris Or Being In Big Cities.