The picture surface recedes just as much in the 20th century as it did in the 15th. The techniques of making pictures have hardly changed.

Ragtime was a fanfare for the 20th century.

Sex is the ersatz or substitute religion of the 20th Century.

I live in the 20th century. I have copper rivets on my jeans.

Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed.
Never shall I forget that smoke.
Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky.
Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever.
Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live.
Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.
Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as God Himself.
Never.

They had been harboring a hatred for us which we had grown accustomed to calling “prejudice.” What a gentle word that was! What a euphemism!