It Is True That Every Artist Has

Painting That Does Not Radiate Feeling Is Not Worth Looking At. The Deepest-and Rarest-of Grown-up Pleasures Is True Feeling.

What Could Be More Interesting, Or In The End, More Ecstatic, Than In Those Rare Moments When You See Another Person Look At Something You've Made, And Realize That They Got It Exactly, That Your Heart Jumped To Their Heart With Nothing In Between.

The Main Thing Is Not To Be Dead.

It's Not That The Creative Act And The Critical Act Are Simultaneous. It's More Like You Blurt Something Out And Then Analyze It.

To Pick Up A Cigarette Wrapper Or Wine Label Or An Old Letter Or The End Of A Carton Is My Way Of Dealing With Those Things That Do Not Originate In Me, In My I.