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There Is No Moment That Exceeds In Beauty That Moment When One Looks At A Woman And Finds That She Is Looking At You In The Same Way That You Are Looking At Her. The Moment In Which She Bestows That Look That Says, "proceed With Your Evil Plan, Sumbitch.

One Of The Pleasures Of Art Is That It Enables The Mind To Move In Unanticipated Directions, To Make Connections That May Be In Some Sense Errors But Are Fruitful Nonetheless.

I Think Writers Like Old Cities And Are Made Very Nervous By New Cities.

Any Genuine Work Of Art Generates New Work.

The Death Of God Left The Angels In A Strange Position.