It Was My Father Who

Think Of Anybody - Dostoevsky Or Jane Austen - [their Work] Was Always Something That Now We Would Call Political. So I Don't See Those Separations Too Much, Between What Is Artistic And What Is Political. Maybe In Painting... No, I Don't Even Believe That.

If You Want To Fly, You Have To Give Up The Things That Weigh You Down.

Which Was What Love Was: Unmotivated Respect.

If You Can't Count, They Can Cheat You. If You Can't Read, They Can Beat You.

Let Your Face Speak What's In Your Heart. When My Kids Walk In The Room My Face Says I'm Glad To See Them.