I don't think you can talk about progress in art - movement, but not progress. You can speak of a point on a line for the purpose of locating things, but it's a horizontal line, not a vertical one.

Any genuine work of art generates new work.

The much heaves and palpitates. It is multidirectional and has a mayor.

Is death that which gives meaning to life? And I said, no, life is that which gives meaning to life.

Faint equivalents can sometimes be found ... . Or it can be rendered obliquely-an adolescent's mental image of his or her parents making love, which must be something on the order of crocodiles mating.

I don’t think you can talk about progress in art—movement, but not progress.

And I sat there getting drunker and drunker and more in love and more in love.