A great work of art, if it accomplishes anything, serves to remind us, or let us say to set us dreaming, of all that is fluid and intangible. Which is to say, the universe. It cannot be understood; it can only be accepted or rejected. If accepted we are revitalized; if rejected we are diminished. Whatever it purports to be it is not: it is always something more for which the last word will never be said. It's all that we put into it out of hunger for that which we deny every day of our lives. If we accepted ourselves as completely the work of art, in fact the whole world of art would die of malnutrition.
Henry Miller: Sexus