He Is Mad About Being Small When

Take Me Home," Snow White Said. "take Me Home Instantly. If There Is Anything Worse Than Being Home, It Is Being Out.

Goals Incapable Of Attainment Have Driven Many A Man To Despair, But Despair Is Easier To Get To Than That -- One Need Merely Look Out Of The Window, For Example.

--why Are We Fighting Them? --they're Mad. We're Sane. --how Do We Know? --that We're Sane? --yes. --am I Sane? --to All Appearances. --and You, Do You Consider Yourself Sane? --i Do. --well, There You Have It. --but Don't They Also Consider Themselves Sane? --i Think They Know. Deep Down. That They're Not Sane. --how Must That Make Them Feel? --terrible, I Should Think. They Must Fight Ever More Fiercely, In Order To Deny What They Know To Be True. That They Are Not Sane.

Painters, Especially American Painters Since The Second World War, Have Been Much More Troubled, Beset By Formal Perplexity, Than American Writers. Theyve Been A Laboratory For Everybody.

Naked Girls With The Heads Of Marx And Malraux Prone And Helpless In The Glare Of The Headlights, Tried To Give Them A Little Joie De Vivre But Maybe It Didn't Take, Their Constant Bickering And Smallness, It's Like A Stroke Of Lightning, The World Reminds You Of Its Power, Tracheotomies Right And Left, I Am Spinning, My Pretty Child, Don't Scratch, Pick Up Your Feet, The Long Nights, Spent Most Of My Time Listening, This Is A Test Of The System, This Is Only A Test.