We know you have a great mind and all, Mother, but you don’t have much sense.

We cannot always cry at the right time and who is to say which time is right?

I think that all artists, regardless of degree of talent, are a painful, paradoxical combination of certainty and uncertainty, of arrogance and humility, constantly in need of reassurance, and yet with a stubborn streak of faith in their own validity no matter what.

the artist is not separate from the work and therefore cannot judge it.

All forms of art are consciousness expanders, and I am convinced that they will take us further, and more consciously, than drugs.

We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.

if a book is not good enough for a grownup, it is not good enough for a child.