Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self- solitude is the enemy of well- being.
What art offers is space - a certain breathing room for the spirit.
You can never get the smell of smoke out. Like the smell of failure in life.
There's always something new by looking at the same thing over and over.
The measure of artistic merit is the length to which a writer is willing to go in following his own compulsions.
An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.