If The Devil Were To Offer Me

Luis Bunuel's Two Semishort Surrealist Hand Grenades (cowritten In Varying Degrees With Salvador Dali) Make A Double Bill That Can Restore Your Faith In The Subversions Of Youth. Pure Spanish-parisian Piss And Vinegar.

The Bar... Is An Exercise In Solitude. Above All Else, It Must Be Quiet, Dark, Very Comfortable-and, Contrary To Modern Mores, No Music Of Any Kind, No Matter How Faint. In Sum, There Should Be No More Than A Dozen Tables, And A Client That Doesn't Like To Talk.

Tobacco And Alcohol, Delicious Fathers Of Abiding Friendships And Fertile Reveries.

Mystery Is The Essential Element Of Every Work Of Art.

I Find It [science] Analytical, Pretentious And Superficial-largely Because It Does Not Address Itself To Dreams, Chance, Laughter, Feelings, Or Paradox-in Other Words,-all The Things I Love The Most.