Every Work Of Art Changes Its Predecessors.

Avant-garde Art Jousts With Propriety, But Takes Care Never To Unseat It.

To Gain A Reputation For Virtue, Grieve Over Those You Injure.

Posterity--the Forlorn Child Of Nineteenth Century Optimism--grows Ever Harder To Conceive.

The Prison Is The State Writ Small.

A Moratorium On Opportunities, Please. I Need To Recover From The Last One.