No Man Can Be Explained By His

I Was Always Restless, Always A Roving Spirit. When I Was A Little Child I Was Always Running Away. I Never Got Very Far, But They Were Always Having To Come And Fetch Me. Once When I Was About Six, My Father Came To Get Me Somewhere I'd Gone, And He Told Me Later He'd Asked Me, "why Are You So Restless? Why Can't You Stay Here With Us?" And I Said To Him, "i Want To Go And See The World. I Want To Know The World Like The Palm Of My Hand.

In The Arts, You Simply Cannot Secure Your Bread And Your Freedom Of Action Too. You Cannot Be A Hostile Critic Of Society And Expect Society To Feed You Regularly.

Religion Put Claws On Aunt Sally And Gave Her A Post To Whet Them On.

We Know That The Furies Do Not Come Uninvited.

Human Life Itself May Be Almost Pure Chaos, But The Work Of The Artist Is To Take These Handfuls Of Confusion And Disparate Things, Things That Seem To Be Irreconcilable, And Put Them Together In A Frame To Give Them Some Kind Of Shape And Meaning.