My public life was so demanding that I wasn't doing the things that I deemed the most important.

Should I pursue a path so twisted? Should I crawl defeated and gifted?

I wanted to see who this Yeats person was, and I said to my mother, 'I want a book by this person.' And she bought it for me, and a lot of it was over my head, but I had it.

I didn't write about aspects of my public life because that's a small part of my life.

I'd never had people drive me around, and then all of a sudden, if a car didn't come, I'd say, "Where's my car?"

Somehow I started introducing writing into my drawings, and after a time, the language took over and I started getting very involved with the handwriting and then the look of the handwriting.

I learned a lot from Arthur Rimbaud. People talk about how he wanted to be a seer and do that through the derangement of the senses. What they forget was that he also advocated, sternly and austerely, that one must be able to go through all that - and then articulate it.