What Interests Me Is To Understand The

Interpretation Is The Revenge Of The Intellectual Upon Art.

Each Of Us Carries A Room Within Ourselves, Waiting To Be Furnished And Peopled, And If You Listen Closely, You May Need To Silence Everything In Your Own Room, You Can Hear The Sounds Of That Other Room Inside Your Head.

One Doesn't Need To Know The Artist's Private Intentions. The Work Tells All.

We Live Under Continual Threat Of Two Equally Fearful, But Seemingly Opposed Destinies: Unremitting Banality And Inconceivable Terror. It Is Fantasy, Served Out In Large Rations By The Popular Arts, Which Allows Most People To Cope With These Twin Specters.

[o]ne Person's 'barbarian' Is Another Person's 'just Doing What Everybody Else Is Doing.