What is, is, and what might have been could never have existed.

A small and sinister snow seems to be coming down relentlessly at present. The radio says it is eventually going to be sleet and rain, but I don't think so; I think it is just going to go on and on, coming down, until the whole world...etc. It has that look.

If something doesn't creep into a drawing that you're not prepared for, you might as well not have drawn it.

There are so many things we've been brought up to believe that it takes you an awfully long time to realize that they aren't you.

Neither mine nor other people's prospects seem particularly pleasing just at the moment, and I have fantasies of going to Iceland, never to return. As it is, I tell myself not to remember the past, not to hope or fear for the future, and not to think in the present, a comprehensive program that will undoubtedly have very little success.

All the things you can talk about in anyone's work are the things that are least important.

God knows, there's enough to worry about without worrying about worrying about things.