It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much only in a different way.

I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.

Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)

Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.

If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me.

If you're not in the mood, you can't do that stuff right.

It isn't very serious, I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.