We Want Someone To Bring

Everybody Has That Feeling When They Look At A Work Of Art And It's Right, That Sudden Familiarity, A Sort Of...recognition, As Though They Were Creating It Themselves, As Though It Were Being Created Through Them While They Look At It Or Listen To It.

There Is Nothing More Distressing Or Tiresome Than A Writer Standing In Front Of An Audience And Reading His Work.

That Was Youth With Its Reckless Exuberance When All Things Were Possible Pursued By Age Where We Are Now, Looking Back At What We Destroyed, What We Tore Away From That Self Who Could Do More, And Its Work That's Become My Enemy Because That's What I Can Tell You About, That Youth Who Could Do Anything.

It Is The Bliss Of Childhood That We Are Being Warped Most When We Know It The Least.

What’s Any Artist, But The Dregs Of His Work?