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
The tormentof human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that theself is in prison, its vital force and ‘mangled mind’ leaking away in lonely,wasteful self-conflict.
If youare planning on doing business with someone again, don't be too tough in thenegotiations. If you're going to skin a cat, don't keep it as a house cat.
