Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears.

Man spends a great deal of time making order out of chaos, yet insists that the emotions be disordered. I order my emotions: I am insane.

Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and permanent, no good comes from crying. Nothing changes for them. They usually know this, but still can’t help crying.

He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain.

Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?

Her sureness was based on the power to limit experience arbitrarily.

Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is just such a path. Art is distilled from suffering.