Sifting Daylight Dissolves The Memory, Turns It

Much Handled Things Are Always Soft(27).

My Home Is Such A Powerfully Imaginative Place That The Space Is Almost Irrelevant. I Think The House I Live At On The Hudson Is Where I Belong Because It's The Only Place Where I Am That I Never Think About When I'm Leaving.

Everybody Gets Everything Handed To Them. The Rich Inherit It. I Don't Mean Just Inheritance Of Money. I Mean What People Take For Granted Among The Middle And Upper Classes, Which Is Nepotism, The Old-boy Network.

My Theory Is That The World Is A Difficult Place To Live In And Distraction Is The Name Of The Game.

I'm Not Entangled In Shaping My Work According To Other People's Views Of How I Should Have Done It.