Continue reading Proust. His magnificent intelligence is particularly fond of describing stupidity. Which is ultimately exhausting.

A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.

The public only takes up yesterday as a stick to beat today.

Silence moves faster when it's going backward.

Poetry is indispensable - if I only knew what for.

A child's reaction to this type of calamity is twofold and extreme. Not knowing how deeply, powerfully, life drops anchor into its vast sources of recuperation, he is bound to envisage, at once, the very worst; yet at the same time, because of his inability to imagine death, the worst remains totally unreal to him. Gerard went on repeating: "Paul's dying; Paul's going to die"' but he did not believe it. Paul's death would be part of the dream, a dream of snow, of journeying forever.

Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it's a miracle that we don't dissolve in our baths.