He got a corporation mind. He doesn't believe in nature; he puts his trust and distrust in man.

He got a corporation mind. He don't believe in nature; he puts his trust and distrust in man.

The platitude turned on its head is still a platitude

Hip is the sophistication of the wise primitive in a giant jungle.

I think it's bad to talk about one's present work, for it spoils something at the root of the creative act. It discharges the tension.

The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety.