How hideous is the semicolon.

I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.

Watt's concern, deep as it appeared, was not after all what the figure was, in reality, but with what the figure appeared to be, in reality.

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

Art has always been this--pure interrogation, rhetorical question less the rhetoric--whatever else it may have been obliged by social reality to appear.

Dance first. Think later. It's the natural order.

The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.