Arguably, no artist grows up: If he sheds the perceptions of childhood, he ceases being an artist.

Humor is the ability to see three sides to one coin.

An artist doesn't necessarily have deeper feelings than other people, but he can express these feelings. He is like everyone else-only more so! He speaks with a Formal Sigh.

Intelligence is silence, truth is being invisible. But what a racket I make in declaring this.

If asked to list my ten favorite American fiction writers, Gail Godwin would be among them. In this, her latest . . . she evokes in a short book the long married life of two artists. Evenings at Five is a strong tale of love-after-death.

Don't be too dismissive of children. While it's true that few children are artists, all artists are children.

Inspiration could be called inhaling the memory of an act never experienced.