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
Knowingthat everything's futile but still fighting, still raging against the dying ofthe light that's what motivates me all the time ... If you hold that sense offutility in your head for too long, it can begin to eat into you. You canstill be aware of it
Duringthe Depression, or back when we were fighting Hitler, people didn't have timeto sue a company if the coffee was too hot. There were urgent, pressingproblems. If you think you have it tough, read history books.