It Is Impossible To Fuse Totally With

Art Begins . . . When Someone Interprets, When Someone Sees The World Through His Own Eyes. Art Happens When What Is Seen Becomes Mixed With The Inside Of The Person Who Is Seeing It.

Each Work Seems To Give Me The Most Trouble At The Time I'm Working On It.

A Span Of Life Is Nothing. But The Man Who Lives That Span, He Is Something. He Can Fill That Tiny Span With Meaning, So Its Quality Is Immeasurable Though Its Quantity May Be Insignificant.

It Is Impossible To Fuse Totally With A Culture For Which You Feel A Measure Of Antagonism.

A Writer Is A Strange Instrument Of Our Species, A Harp Of Sorts, Fine-tuned To The Dark Contradictions Of Life.