Wings are a constraint that makes it possible to fly.
~ Robert Bringhurst
If there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims burnt at the stake, signaling through the flames.
~ Antonin Artaud
... she had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.
~ Vladimir Nabokov
