I Am Not Capitulating.

The Universe Seems To Me Infinitely Strange And Foreign. At Such A Moment I Gaze Upon It With A Mixture Of Anguish And Euphoria; Separate From The Universe, As Though Placed At A Certain Distance Outside It; I Look And I See Pictures, Creatures That Move In A Kind Of Timeless Time And Spaceless Space, Emitting Sounds That Are A Kind Of Language I No Longer Understand Or Ever Register.

I Still Forget, Sometimes, That I Am No Longer 12 Years Old.

It's When I Am Fully Conscious That I Ask Questions.

The Arts Are Man's Most Useless ... And Essential ... Activity.

A Nose That Can See Is Worth Two That Sniff.