A life lived in chaos is an impossibility for the artist. No matter how unstructured may seem the painter's garret in Paris or the poet's pad in Greenwich Village, the artist must have some kind of order or he will proudce a very small body of work. To create a work of art, great or small, is work, hard work, and work requires discipline and order.

When the work takes over, then the artist is enabled to get out of the way, not to interfere. When the work takes over, then the artist listens.

I would like to travel light on this journey of life, to get rid of the encumbrances I acquire each day.

If you're too happy about anything, fate usually gives you a good sock in the jaw and knocks you down.

Hate hurts the hater more'n the hated.

Love is the one surprise.

That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along.