I was more alone than if I had been alone.
I thought for a minute, and then I got heavy, heavy boots.
All really great artists, Jackson Pollack, John Cage, Beckett or Joyce - you are never indifferent to them.
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.
The world is a big place," he said, "but so is the inside of an apartment!
And the general shot my sister. I could not look at her, but I remember the sound of when she hit the ground. I hear that sound when things hit the ground still. Anything.' If I could, I would make it so nothing ever hit the ground again.