I mean why should somebody go steal and break the law to get all they can when there's always some law where you can be legal and get it all anyway!

What's any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What's left of the man when the work's done but a shambles of apology.

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?

I mean why should somebody go steal and break the law to get all they can when there's always some law where you can be legal and get it all anyway!

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.

What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work?

He walked out into the cold morning asking himself this heretical question: Can you start measuring a minute at any instant you wish?