The Artist Is A Kind Of Prison

I Only Fear The Death Of Others. For Me, True Death Is That Of The People I Love

If A Poet Has A Dream, It Is Not Of Becoming Famous, But Of Being Believed.

One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The Judge Sits, The Accused Stands. Live On Your Feet.

Listen Carefully To First Criticisms Made Of Your Work. Note Just What It Is About Your Work That Critics Don't Like - Then Cultivate It. That's The Only Part Of Your Work That's Individual And Worth Keeping.

Art Is Science Made Flesh.