It's not a pretty world, Papa.' 'I've noticed,' my father said softly.
I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.
Art is a person's private vision expressed in aesthetic forms.
Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.
Oh, it makes a difference, I thought. And if it doesn't make a difference you will make it make a difference.
I'm not altogether certain that a fundamentalism of necessity has to argue that it is the only reading of the human experience in order to stay alive.