You should employ your little grey cells.

But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.

It's what's in *yourself* that makes you happy or unhappy.

I suppose without curiosity a man would be a tortoise. Very comfortable life, a tortoise has.

Never worry about what you say to a man. They're so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it's unflattering.

Surfing is like that. You are either vigorously cursing or else you are idiotically pleased with yourself.

I do not argue with obstinate men. I act in spite of them.