I had forgotten what sleep is like - a kingdom all its own.
The finest teaching touches in a student a spring neither teacher nor student could possibly have preconceived.
the more visible my work became, the less visible I grew to myself.
I come to the point of using steel, and simply cannot. It's like the marriage proposal of a perfectly eligible man who just isn't loveable. It is wood I love.
The art of being officially old seems to lie in cooperative submission.
It is ultimately character that underwrites art.