Once you’ve had a thought there’s no reason to ever have it again.

Still, I prefer the present—your present face. The past holds nothing for me.

Isn’t it about time you drop that veneer of confident expertise and admit you don’t know anything? You can barely keep your underwear clean, for godsake.

He referred to his projects rather ecumenically as items. Although each was minutely embedded in particularity, the overwhelming force of his attention rendered them in some sense uniform.

He said that the better you got to know someone, the less you liked them. Animals were the opposite. Of course, you could never really know anyone. Each human being inhabited a vast chasm that could never be filled. The best you could manage was a few shovelfuls of dirt, ten miles away and ten miles down.

The film was an odd amalgam of ridiculously beautiful and just plain ridiculous. In places, I wept. When the credits began to roll, half the audience erupted in laughter.

On a good day you add up to about a quarter of an actual adult human being.
(Long exhale) Could be worse. Not so bad. Better than I expected.

Glimpsing my reflection in a window, I think I understand your irritation when you see me coming—that ponderous expression as I fail to grasp the obvious.

Manage to find someone willing to pay you for being some semblance of who you are, and you might survive.

I was young. I thought I was an artist, but I didn’t even know what that meant. Looking back, I’m embarrassed—even now, for what is obvious to others but not to me.

Your search—iceberg + ronson lighter + beefheart—did not match any documents.

Wear as many clothes as possible, as often as possible. Avoid cameras, mirrors, and other reflective surfaces.

He received the crushing news with a resignation born of decades of unrealized hopes.

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