Death promises nothing--not even oblivion.

A laughing Lear would be monstrous. Not so a laughing Romeo and Juliet.

New York is full of abandoned churches. A Godless city, but full of superstitions on every subject--art, money, sex, food, health.

The New York action painters want their pictures to jump off the walls and chase you down the street.

Rescue someone unwilling to look after himself, and he will cling to you like a dangerous illness.

Modernized by tin roofs and T-shirts, Third World poverty is no longer picturesque.

Boredom makes me sleepy or restless.