“An artist is always alone - if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.”
“The smile was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.”
All the lies and evasions by which man has nourished himself -- civilization, in a word is the fruits of the creative artist. It is the creative nature of man which has refused to let him lapse back into that unconscious unity with life which characterizes the animal world from which he made his escape.
The undersigned wishes to inform all and sundry that he has long since left the Abode of Peace, that he no longer has any comfort or inspiration to offer, and that even the migratory birds avoid this spot.
Kenneth Joseph Arrow