Transportation made sublimation literal. It conveyed evil to another world.

The World's Fair audience tended to think of the machine as unqualifiedly good, strong, stupid and obedient. They thought of it as a giant slave, an untiring steel Negro, controlled by Reason in a world of infinite resources.

No art goes unmediated by other art.

The hallmark of the minor artist is to be obsessed with style as an end in itself.

Political stress is always apt to shrink the private arena and attach it on to the public

Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel.

We have entered a period of intolerance which combines, as it sometimes does in America, with a sugary taste for euphemism. This conjunction fosters events that go beyond the wildest dream of satire- if satire existed in America anymore; perhaps the reason for its weakness is that reality has superseded it.