A yak is a prehistoric cabbage; of that, we can be sure.

Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision

Imagine a painter crucified by his subject!

Part of the strength of Pollock and Rothko's art, in fact, is this doubt as to whether art may be there at all.

I write with experiences in mind, but I don't write about them, I write out of them.

I tried each thing, only some were immortal and free.

Each servant stamps the reader with a look.