That is the artist's job: take mineral rock from dark silent earth, transform it into shining light-reflecting form from sky.

In a nutshell-I fear authority but at the same time I resent it-the authority and my own fear. So I rebel.

The unconscious is selective, when it learns what to listen for.

Upon him the contempt of three planets descended.

She makes life over, he realized. She controls life, whereas I just sit on my can and let it happen to me.

Maybe each human being lives in a unique world, a private world, a world different from those inhabited and experienced by all other humans.

No man is infinitely strong; for every creature that runs, flies, hops or crawls there is a terminal nemesis which he will not circumvent, which will finally do him in.