I Have Been Thinking About The Girl

Everyone Loathes His Own Country And Countrymen If He Is Any Sort Of Artist.

Religion Is Simply Art Bastardized Out Of All Recognition.

We Should Tackle Reality In A Slightly Jokey Way, Otherwise We Miss Its Point.

I Am Just A Refugee From The Long Slow Toothache Of English Life. It Is Terrible To Love Life So Much You Can Hardly Breathe!

The Whole Mediterranean, The Sculpture, The Palm, The Gold Beads, The Bearded Heroes, The Wine, The Ideas, The Ships, The Moonlight, The Winged Gorgons, The Bronze Men, The Philosophers - All Of It Seems To Rise In The Sour, Pungent Taste Of These Black Olives Between The Teeth. A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than Wine. A Taste As Old As Cold Water.