Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

My drawings have been described as pre-internationalist, meaning that they were finished before the ideas for them had occurred to me. I shall not argue the point.

Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.

I used to wake up at 4 A.M. and start sneezing, sometimes for five hours. I tried to find out what sort of allergy I had but finally came to the conclusion that it must be an allergy to consciousness.

He knows all about art, but he doesn't know what he likes.

With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.

It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.