Over the last few days, I have been able to see my life as from a great altitude, as a sort of landscape, and with a deepening sense of the connection of all its parts. This does not mean I am finished with life. On the contrary, I feel intensely alive, and I want and hope in the time that remains to deepen my friendships, to say farewell to those I love, to write more, to travel if I have the strength, to achieve new levels of understanding and insight.

Shall I throw away the materials and time paying homage to the perfectionist - knowing that nothing is ever perfect and also knowing that redoing yesterday is not always proceeding to tomorrow's discovery? What an eternal debate!

Art is ultimately schizophrenic.

One can be a technical master - full of craftsmanship, but not in most senses an artistic master.

How and when to try new things and to what degree are critical... Too soon and too radical a change and you may not master anything or develop a style.

If you’re not pissing someone off, you probably aren’t doing anything important.

The artist who chooses the difficult muse; or only has a difficult muse; should not be surprised with the results.