Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.

Your need to talk does not create in me a need to listen.

Sophistication knows the score, but is powerless to change it.

If you call failures experiments, you can put them in your resume and claim them as achievements.

My nostalgia is for the impossible.

Fame now wears the halo that once crowned holiness.

After a moment of shrinking back, we domesticate the grotesque.