Presentation, not reference.

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.

I once saw a small child go to an electric light switch as say, Mamma, can I open the light? She was using the age-old language of exploration, the language of art.

Nothing written for pay is worth printing. Only what has been written against the market.

The Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.

A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.

The only thing one can give an artist is leisure in which to work. To give an artist leisure is actually to take part in his creation.