My Brother, Who Was Older, Was The

Then From Far Away Across The World He Smelled Good Things To Eat, So He Gave Up Being King Of The Wild Things.

[drawing] And Making Things Was All We Ever Did. My Brother And I Built The Entire New York World's Fair Of 1939 In Miniature Out Of Wax. The Floor Of Our Room Was Covered With Little Waxen Buildings. Nobody Else Could Come In.

As An Aspiring Artist, You Should Strive For Originality Of Vision. Have Something To Say And A Fresh Way Of Saying It. No Story Is Worth The Writing, No Picture Worth The Making, If It’s Not The Work Of The Imagination.

I Hate, Loathe And Despise Schools.school Is Bad For You If You Have Any Talent. You Should Be Cultivating That Talent In Your Own Particular Way.

I Really Don't Like The City Anymore. You Get Pushed And Harassed And People Grope You. It's Too Tumultuous. It's Too Crazy.