Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.

He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.

I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.

These are the moments which are not calculable, and cannot be assessed in words; they live on in the solution of memory, like wonderful creatures, unique of their own kind, dredged up from the floors of some unexplored ocean.

Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.