There is always a chance of failure, of producing something totally unnecessary. But I guess that chance of failure is what makes tightrope walking, race-car driving.

American art in general... takes to surreal exaggerations and metaphors; but its Puritan work ethic has little use for the playful self-indulgence behind Parisian Surrealism.

Museums and bookstores should feel, I think, like vacant lots - places where the demands on us are our own demands, where the spirit can find exercise in unsupervised play.

Of nothing but me I sing, lacking another song.

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

I imagine most of that stuff on the information highway is roadkill anyway.

Adversity in immunological doses has its uses; more than that crushes.