Their [artists'] essential effort is to catapult themselves wholly, without holding back one bit, into a course of action without having any idea where they will end up. They are like riders who gallop into the night, eagerly leaning on their horse's neck, peering into a blinding rain. And they have to do it over and over again.

The art of being officially old seems to lie in cooperative submission.

the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.

the capacity to work feeds on itself and has its own course of development. This is what artists have going for them.

I had forgotten what sleep is like - a kingdom all its own.

I've struggled all my life to get maximum meaning in the simplest possible form.

It is ultimately character that underwrites art.