Art is a profession, not a shrine.

I am alone here in New York, no longer a we.

Here in the city the worst thing that can happen to a nation has happened: we are a people afraid of its youth.

While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery.

Memory - the very skin of life.

Sometimes one has the feeling of an almost supernatural character to the shifts and changes in our national mood. They appear beyond the prose of cause and effect.

The language of the younger generation has the brutality of the city and an assertion of threatening power at hand, not to come. It is military, theatrical, and at its most coherent probably a lasting repudiation of empty courtesy and bureaucratic euphemism.