The Term Itself--my Life--is A Desperate Overstatement.

The Difference Between The World Of Pictures And The World Of Printed Matter Is Extraordinary And Hard To Define. A Picture Is Like The Masses: A Multitude Of Impressions. A Book On The Other Hand, With Its Linear Advance Of Words And Characters Seems To Be Connected To Individual Identity.

Talent Is More Erotic When It's Wasted.

There Are No Amateurs In The World Of Children.

People Hurried Past, The Others Of The Street, Endless Anonymous, Twenty-one Lives Per Second, Race-walking In Their Faces And Pigments, Sprays Of Fleetest Being.

People Think About Who They Are In The Stillest Hour Of The Night.