Thetorment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause,is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangledmind’ leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist
My fathersaid: you must never try to make all the money that's in a deal. Let theother fellow make some money too, because if you have a reputation for alwaysmaking all the money, you won't have many deals.
