I was so unhealthy as a child, and at least three or four times my parents were told to get ready, that I would not make it.

I hated the soup and felt little for the can.

I'm an artist. I'm interested in how art gets made.

I longed to read everything I possibly could, and the things I read in turn produced new yearnings.

Committing great work does not necessarily feed you.

Life is an adventure of our own design intersected by fate and a series of lucky and unlucky accidents.

It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies (p. 171).