I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.
There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.
Was I asleep? Had I slept?
Our vulgar perception is not concerned with other than vulgar phenomena.
What kind of country is this where a woman can't weep her heart out on the highways and byways without being tormented by retired bill-brokers!
Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.