Everybody has that feeling when they look at a work of art and it's right, that sudden familiarity, a sort of...recognition, as though they were creating it themselves, as though it were being created through them while they look at it or listen to it.

How real is any of the past, being every moment revalued to make the present possible.

Why do you treat me as they do, as though I were exactly what I want to be. Why do we treat people that way?

We want someone to bring us the news.

That's what I can't stand. I know I'll bounce back, and that's what I can't stand.

If it is not beautiful for someone, it does not exist.

Everybody has that feeling when they look at a work of art and it's right, that sudden familiarity, a sort of...recognition, as though they were creating it themselves, as though it were being created through them while they look at it or listen to it.