When the switch fell I could feel it upon my flesh; when it welted and ridged it was my blood that ran, and I would think with each blow of the switch: Now you are aware of me! Now I am something in your secret and selfish life, who have marked your blood with my own for ever and ever.

How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.

Only the peak feels so sound and stable that the beginning of the falling is hidden for a little while.

The most important thing is insight, that is to be - curious - to wonder, to mull, and to muse why it is that man does what he does.

An artist is completely amoral in that he will rob, beg, borrow, or steal from anybody and everybody to get the work done.

The work never matches the dream of perfection the artist has to start with.

There were many things I could do for two or three days and earn enough money to live on for the rest of the month. By temperament I'm a vagabond and a tramp.