Customs and convictions change; respectable people are the last to know, or to admit, the change, and the ones most offended by fresh reflections of the facts in the mirror of art.

Let us not seek to make it less monstrous, for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty, lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are embarrassed by the miracle, and crushed by remonstrance.

We do survive every moment, after all, except the last one.

Green grass, green grandstands, green concession stalls, green paper cups, green folding chairs and visors for sale, green and white ropes, green-topped Georgia pines. If justice were poetic, Hubert Green would win it every year.

Accent the ugly until it becomes gorgeous.

The essential support and encouragement comes from within, arising out of the mad notion that your society needs to know what only you can tell it.

Atrocity is truly emperor; All things that thrive are slaves of cruel Creation.