Perfection is no more a requisite to art than to heroes. Frigidaires are perfect. Beauty limps. My frigidaire has had to be replaced.
Anyone can be gay - it's no accomplishment - but only I can be me.
Nothing is a waste that makes a memory.
The beautiful are shyer than the ugly, for they move in a world that does not ask for beauty.
Music is the sole art which evokes nostalgia for the future.
Divine fires do not blaze each day but an artist functions in their afterglow, hoping for their recurrence.