Louisiana Is A Fresh-air Mental Asylum.

How Do You Explain To Yourself The Casual Manner In Which You Threw Your Life Away?

Never Read Bad Stuff If You're An Artist; It Will Impair Your Own Game. I Don't Know If You Ever Played Competitive Tennis, But You Learn Not To Watch Bad Tennis; It Messes Up Your Game. Art's The Same Way.

The Only Thing An Artist Has To Remember Is To Never Lose Faith In His Vision.

The Real Gladiators Of The World Are So Humble In Their Origins And Unremarkable In Appearance That When We Stand Next To Them In A Grocery-store Line, We Never Guess How Brightly Their Souls Can Burn In The Dark.

How Do You Caution A Fawn About A Cigarette A Motorist Has Just Flipped From His Car Window Into A Patch Of Yellow Grass, Or Tell A Sparrow That Winged Creatures Eventually Plummet To Earth?