The morning’s recollection of the emptiness of the day before. Its anticipation of the emptiness of the day to come.

Once, I had a dream of fame. Generally, even then, I was lonely.

You can learn more by going to the opera than you ever can by reading Emerson. Like that there are two sexes.

I also believe I met William Gaddis once. He did not look Italian.

You will say that I am old and mad, was what Michaelangelo wrote, but I answer that there is no better way of being sane and free from anxiety than by being mad.

Once, Turner had himself lashed to the mast of a ship for several hours, during a furious storm, so that he could later paint the storm. Obviously, it was not the storm itself that Turner intended to paint. What he intended to paint was a representation of the storm. One's language is frequently imprecise in that manner, I have discovered.

In fact one frequently seemed to gather all sorts of similar information about subjects one had less than profound interest in.