Hell hath no fury like a bureaucrat scorned.
One man scorned and covered with scars still strove with his last ounce of courage to reach the unreachable stars and the world will be better for this.
It's high time for the art world to admit that the avant-garde is dead. It was killed by my hero Andy Warhol who incorporated into his art all the gaudy commercial imagery of capitalism (like Campbell's soup cans) that most artists had stubbornly scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
A novelist is like all mortals more fully at home on the surface of the present than in the ooze of the past.