The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass.

Kenneth Hari does not paint portraits as they are but as he is. I feel he is hiding something from me. To board a train into his mind would give me a ride into dark adventure.

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

I think time is a merciless thing. I think life is a process of burning oneself out and time is the fire that burns you.

What is the victory of a cat on a hot tin roof? - I wish I knew... Just staying on it, I guess, as long as she can.

For nowadays the world is lit by lightning! Blow out your candles, Laura -- and so goodbye. . . .

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.