You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

There are still a few men who love desperately.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.

There is a marvelous peace in not publishing ... I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.

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.

The cards are stacked (quite properly, I imagine) against all professional aesthetes, and no doubt we all deserve the dark, wordy, academic deaths we all sooner or later die.