The object of art is to make eternal the desperately fleeting moment.

I don't ask for your pity, but just your understanding - no, not even that -no. Just for your recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.

Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.

And then the searchlight which had been turned on the world was turned off again and never for one moment since has there been any light that's stronger than this-kitchen-candle.

I saw that it was all over, put away in a box like a doll no longer cared for, the magical intimacy of our childhood together

Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.

I don't believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting the doubt of others has always given me.