Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.

There is only good art and mediocre art.

The job of the critic is to report to us his moods.

To be entirely free, and at the same time entirely dominated by law, is the eternal paradox of human life.

Now produce your explanation and pray make it improbable.

The only thing worse than quoting me, is not quoting me

Common sense is the enemy of Romance :P:P