I Think The Job Of The Artist

There Might Be A Dragon With Five Legs In My House, But No One Has Ever Seen It.

Glamour, That Trans-human Aura Or Power To Attract Imitation, Is A Kind Of Vessel Into Which Dreams Are Poured, And Some Vessels Are Simply Worthier Than Others... A Beautiful Woman Can Turn Heads But Real Glamour Has A Deeper Pull... Glamour Is The Power To Rearrange People's Emotions, Which, In Effect, Is The Power To Control One's Environment.

If I Have Any Justification For Having Lived It's Simply, I'm Nothing But Faults, Failures And So On, But I Have Tried To Make A Good Pair Of Shoes. There's Some Value In That.

Whoever Is Writing In The United States Is Using The American Dream As An Ironical Pole Of His Story. People Elsewhere Tend To Accept, To A Far Greater Degree Anyway, That The Conditions Of Life Are Hostile To Mans Pretensions.

The Greeks Used To Use The Same Stories, The Same Mythology, Time After Time, Different Authors. There Was No Premium Placed Upon An Original Story, And Indeed, Shakespeare Likewise. A Lot Of People Wrote Plays About Great Kings. They Didn't Expect A Brand-new Story. It Was What That New Author Made Of The Old Story. It Is Probably The Same Now. We Disguise It By Inventing What Seem To Be New Stories, But They're Basically The Same Story Anyway.