People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.

The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.

I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced.

The heaviest impact of the work of art is in the guts. Art does not reason. It manhandles you and changes you.

Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.

All artists today are expected to cultivate a little fashionable unhappiness.