In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.

James Joyce buried himself in his great work. _Finnegan's Wake_ is his monument and his tombstone. A dead end.

Man was created to complete the horse.

Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.

Anton Bruckner wrote the same symphony nine times, trying to get it just right. He failed.

Anywhere, anytime, I'd sacrifice the finest nuance for a laugh, the most elegant trope for a smile.

Humans were free before the word freedom became necessary.