Not everything in life can be interpreted metaphorically; that's because things fall out on the way.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

Only art means anything.

Ideally, if anything [was] any good, it would be indescribable.

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.

I am a person before I am anything else. I never say I am a writer. I never say I am an artist...I am a person who does those things.

...my least favorite actress of all time, Helena Bonham Carter. I find her lack of a neck very off-putting and especially her acting.