My characters are galley slaves.

Play! Invent the world! Invent reality!

The square root of I is I.

The commentator may be excused for repeating what he has stressed in his own books and lectures, namely that "offensive" is frequently but a synonym for "unusual;" and a great work of art is of course always original, and thus by its very nature should come more or less as a shocking surprise.

if a violin string could ache, i would be that string.

The social or economic structure of the ideal state is of little concern to me. My desires are modest. Portraits of the head of the government should not exceed a postage stamp in size. No torture and no executions. No music, except coming through earphones, or played in theaters. Freedom of speech, freedom of thought, freedom of art.

And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.