Life, the raw material, is only lived in potentia until the artist deploys it in his work.

Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment: only there does its satisfaction lie.

Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.

Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection.

A critic is a lug-worm in the liver of literature.

The artist's work constitutes the only satisfactory relationship he can have with his fellow men since he seeks his real friends among the dead and the unborn.

The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours."