What critics often ask for is the impossible, though this may be a salutary means of extending the borders of art.

We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.

Life is, of course, terrible.

I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong.

The essence of pop stardom is immaturity - a wretched little pseudo-musical gift, a development of the capacity to shock, a short-lived notoriety, extreme depression, a yielding to the suicidal impulse.

Put it off for a bit. All life is putting off. Well, not entirely.

Colonialism. The enforced spread of the rule of reason. But who is going to spread it among the colonizers?