Katherine Dunn Quotes

I Do Not Plan Any Painting, But Begin With Layers Of Textures And Colors. As I Layer The Colors, Something Is Suggested To Me From Within, And That Is How It Evolves.

My Paintings Are Reflections Of My Own Inner Mysteries... They All Reflect My Relationship To My Steadiest Of Companions And Muses - Nature And Animals.

Giving Papa Time To Think, As Arty Put It, Was Like Pumping Random Rounds Into A Fireworks Factory. The Odds Favored Dramatic Results.

Oh, Of Course, I Always Feel Unconfident.

Training Of Female Athletes Is So New That The Limits Of Female Possibility Are Still Unknown.

I Think That It's Really Important To Go Away And Come Back.

What I Think Happens, And That You Have To Acknowledge Though, Is That A Director Uses A Book As A Launching Pad For His Own Work And That's Always Very Flattering.

How Deep And Sticky Is The Darkness Of Childhood, How Rigid The Blades Of Infant Evil, Which Is Unadulterated, Unrestrained By The Convenient Cushions Of Age And Its Civilizing Anesthesia.

In The End I Would Always Pull Up With A Sense Of Glory, That Loving Is The Strong Side. It's Feeble To Be An Object. What's The Point Of Being Loved In Return, I'd Ask Myself.

Just As A Snowflakewent On To Feed A Puddle That Filled A Stream And Then The River, Thepumpkin Patch Is A Gathering Of Molecules From My Old Goats, Chickens,and Cats, Feeding The Underworld Of Dirt Creatures. And Somewhere, Myfather's Ashes Mingle With Birds, Air, And Sea.

My Perception Of The Human Animal Is As An Extremely Dangerous Predator. That's Who I Perceive Us To Be As A Species. Maybe The Most Dangerous Predator On The Planet, With The Exception Of A Few Microbes. I'm Really Grateful For The Degree Of Socialization That Prevents Us, Most Of The Time, From Killing And Eating Each Other. And I Admire All The Social Structures That Have Been Designed And Layered And Niched In That Encourage Bonding Toward A Kind Of Social Harmony That Is Meant To Contain And Counteract Our Natural Inclinations Toward Predation, Ferocity, And Eating Whatever Moves.

A Carnival In Daylight Is An Unfinished Beast, Anyway. Rain Makes It A Ghost. The Wheezing Music From The Empty, Motionless Rides In A Soggy, Rained-out Afternoon Midway Always Hit My Chest With A Sweet Ache. The Colored Dance Of Lights In The Seeping Air Flashed The Puddles In The Sawdust With An Oily Glamour.