Spending Practically Every Minute Of Your Day

Pain ... After You've Lived With It Long Enough, Isn't Pain Anymore. It's Something Else.

A Sentence Has Meaning In The Sense That A Train Has A Track, Not That A Train Has A Passenger.

I Think Of Myself As A Very Lazy Writer, Though Other People See It Differently.

It Is A Magic Book. Words Mean Things. When You Put Them Together They Speak. Yes, Sometimes They Flatten Out And Nothing They Say Is Real, And That Is One Kind Of Magic. But Sometimes A Vision Will Rip Up From Them And Shriek And Clank Wings Clear As The Sweat Smudge On The Paper Under Your Thumb. And That Is Another Kind.

It’s A Very New, Not To Mention Vulgar, Idea That The Spectator’s Experience Should Be Identical To, Or Even Have Anything To Do With, The Artist’s.