Not Everything In Life Can

Having Got Into Bed And Turned Out The Light, I Quietly Burst Into Tears Because I Am Not A Good Person. As They Came And Went For Some Minutes, I Was Concerned With The Words Following 'because' In The Previous Sentence, Rewriting Them Over And Over In My Head Until They Seemed To Be As Close To The Truth As It Was Possible For Me To Make Them.

The Helpful Thought For Which You Look Is Written Somewhere In A Book.

I Really Think I Write About Everyday Life. I Don't Think I'm Quite As Odd As Others Say I Am.

Only Art Means Anything.

If Something Doesn't Creep Into A Drawing That You're Not Prepared For, You Might As Well Not Have Drawn It.