Impulses are hard to come by these days.
I'm the little dog who goes the wrong way-under the hoop.
As far as I'm concerned, I want to remain the mean little man I always was.
I wish there was a painter who could paint as well as Ted Williams could hit.
Most artists like to think of themselves as rugged individualists, as independent characters.
I have never learned to draw a hand well enough, so why should I stop trying now?