In the purifying sweep of atheism human beings lost all special value. The numb misery of the horse was matched by that of the farmer; the once-green ferny lives crushed into coal's fossiliferous stra...
You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue.
The river, tonally, does not recede, presenting the same lifeless grey near and far, a depthless plane upon which Schmitt’s dragging oars inscribe parallel lines and Eakins’ oars, rising and falling,...
Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face.
And yet does the appetite for new days ever really cease?
Inspiration arrives as a packet of material to be delivered.
Professionalism in art has this difficulty: To be professional is to be dependable, to be dependable is to be predictable, and predictability is esthetically boring - an anti-virtue in a field where w...
I was made to feel I could do things. If you get this feeling early and can hold it until you're 15, you tend to never lose it.
Човек рано остарява, но ум късно му идва.
The army was kept in as good state of fitness as the funds would allow.
But cities aren’t like people; they live on and on, even though their reason for being where they are has gone downriver and out to sea.
My first thought, as a child, was that the artist brings something into the world that didn't exist before, and that he does it without destroying something else. A kind of refutation of the conservat...
Which witch is which?
Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.
The Founding Fathers in their wisdom decided that children were an unnatural strain on parents. So they provided jails called schools, equipped with tortures called an education.
Who'll hold families together, if everybody has to live? Living is a compromise, between doing what you want and doing what other people want.
This got him to the door. There, ridiculously, he turned. It was only at the door, he decided in retrospect, that her conduct was quite in excusable: not only did she stand unncessarily close, but, by...
Part of being human is being on the verge of disgrace.
Nothing feels worse than other people's good times.
Just middle-aged. Ideas used to grab me too. It's not that you get better ideas, the old ones just get tired. After a while you see that even dollars and cents are just an idea. Finally the only thing...