I’ve carved the puppet, and I manipulate the strings, but while it’s on stage, the show belongs to the puppet.

Art is always the replacement of indifference by attention.

Sometimes when reading Goethe I have the paralyzing suspicion that he is trying to be funny.

Something of the previous state, however, survives every change. This is called in the language of cybernetics (which took it form the language of machines) feedback, the advantages of learning from experience and of having developed reflexes.

Theres nothing like being a soldier for confidence or learning your limits or enduring utter humiliation.

Unless the work of art has wholly exhausted its makers attention, it fails. This is why works of great significance are demanding and why they are infinitely rewarding.

The birds suffer their suffering each in a lifetime, forgetting it as they go.