All Growth Is A Leap

For The Artist To Attach Himself To His Work, Or Identify Himself With It, Is Suicidal.

The Smile Was So Painfully Swift And Fleeting That It Was Like The Flash Of A Knife.

Through Endless Night The Earth Whirls Toward A Creation Unknown.

People Are Like Lice - They Get Under Your Skin And Bury Themselves There. You Scratch And Scratch Until The Blood Comes, But You Can't Get Permanently Deloused.

People Used To Envy Me My Inspiration. I Hate Inspiration. It Takes You Over Completely. I Could Never Wait Until It Passed And I Got Rid Of It.