We Are Most Artistically Caged.

Loneliness As A Situation Can Be Corrected, But As A State Of Mind It Is An Incurable Illness.

I Don't Think In Any Language. I Think In Images.

Genius Is Finding The Invisible Link Between Things.

The Days Of My Youth, As I Look Back On Them, Seem To Fly Away From Me In A Flurry Of Pale Repetitive Scraps Like Those Morning Snow Storms Of Used Tissue Paper That A Train Passenger Sees Whirling In The Wake Of The Observation Car.

I Know More Than I Can Express In Words, And The Little I Can Express Would Not Have Been Expressed, Had I Not Known More.