We Are Born Knowing Death.

Life Comes First, An Art Not Rooted In Human Experience Is Not Worth A Damn, But Different Kinds Of Minds Have Different Kinds Of Experience, And All I Ask Of Any Man Is Validity; And There Should Be Place For Every Type And Kind Of Mind.

Mexican Writer And Diplomat, "pasado En Claro" ("a Draft Of Shadows") You Learn Something The Day You Die. You Learn How To Die.

I Get So Tired Of Moral Bookkeeping.

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.

Life Is A Game Of Piquet Played In A Bramble Bush In Very Bad Weather.