There Is No Art Without Eros.

The Older You Get The Simpler You Want To Make It.

Perhaps There Are Only A Few Women Who Experience Without Deception The Overwhelming Intoxication Of The Senses Which They Expectfrom Their Encounters With Men, Which They Feel Bound To Expect Because Of The Fuss Made About It In Novels, Written By Men.

It Is Conceivable At Least That A Late Generation, Such As We Presumably Are, Has Particular Need Of The Sketch, In Order Not To Be Strangled To Death By Inherited Conceptions Which Preclude New Births.... The Sketch Has Direction, But No Ending; The Sketch As Reflection Of A View Of Life That Is No Longer Conclusive, Or Is Not Yet Conclusive.

There Are All Sorts Of Ways Of Murdering A Person Or At Least His Soul, And That's Something No Police In The World Can Spot.

The Point Is To Show Who Is The Cross And Who The Crucified.