The artist is of no importance. Only what he creates is important, since there is nothing new to be said. Shakespeare, Balzac, Homer have all written about the same things, and if they had lived one thousand or two thousand years longer, the publishers wouldn’t have needed anyone since.
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- I never know what I think about something until I read what I’ve written on it.
- If I had not existed, someone else would have written me, Hemingway, Dostoevski, all of us.
- An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why.
- The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move. This is the artist’s way of scribbling Kilroy was here on the wall of the final and irrevocable oblivion through which he must someday pass.
- The artist doesn’t have time to listen to the critics. The ones who want to be writers read the reviews, the ones who want to write don’t have the time to read reviews.
- A mule will labor ten years willingly and patiently for you, for the privilege of kicking you once.