Suicide is no more than a trick played on the calendar.

I doubt that art needed Ruskin any more than a moving train needs one of its passengers to shove it.

I'm a very boring person.

Uncertainty is the normal state.

All your life you live so close to truth, it becomes a permanent blur in the corner of your eye, and when something nudges it into outline it is like being ambushed by a grotesque.

It is not hard to understand modern art. If it hangs on a wall it's a painting, and if you can walk around it it's a sculpture.

Sometimes people are so close to the material, they miss an important cross-reference. You can't drop this line because half an hour later, it affects that line. And the writer is the person who knows that immediately.