It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.
Pornography is the attempt to insult sex, to do dirt on it.
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
She had borne so long the cruelty of belonging to him and not being claimed by him.
Art is a form of supremely delicate awareness and atonement — meaning atoneness, the state of being at one with the object.
Art- speech is the only truth. An artist is usually a damned liar but his art, if it be art, will tell you the truth of his day and that is all that matters. Away with eternal truth. The truth lives from day to day, and the marvelous Plato of yesterday is chiefly bosh today.