Always Watch The Hands. The Hands Will

Playing And Fun Are Not The Same Thing, Though When We Grow Up We May Forget That And Find Ourselves Mixing Up Playing With Happiness. There Can Be A Kind Of Amnesia About The Seriousness Of Playing, Especially When We Played By Ourselves.

When You Start To Think Of The Arts As Not This Thing That Is Going To Get You Somewhere In Terms Of Becoming An Artist Or Becoming Famous Or Whatever It Is That People Do, But Rather A Way Of Making Being In The World Not Just Bearable, But Fascinating, Then It Starts To Get Interesting Again.

For Horror Movies, Color Is Reassuring Because, At Least In Older Films, It Adds To The Fakey-ness.

The Library Was Open For One Hour After School Let Out. I Hid There, Looking At Art Books And Reading Poetry.

Then How Can You Ever Know About The Beautiful Goodness Of Mud? How Bad It Wants To Be Things. How Bad It Wants To Get On Your Legs And Arms And Take Your Footprints And Handprints And How Bad It Wants You To Make It Alive! Mud Is Always Ready To Play With You. Seriously You Should Try It!