“The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.”

“I wasn't a misanthrope and I wasn't a misogynist but I liked being alone. It felt good to sit alone in a small space and smoke and drink. I had always been good company for myself.”

“That the young rich smell the stink of the poor and learn to find it a bit amusing. They had to laugh, otherwise it would be too terrifying.”

“I had noticed that both in the very poor and very rich extremes of society the mad were often allowed to mingle freely.”

“An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.”

“Everybody had to conform, find a mold to fit into. Doctor, lawyer, soldier -- itdidn't matter what it was. Once in the mold you had to push forward. Sussex was as helpless as thenext man. Either you managed to do something or you starved in the streets.”

“And I said to myself that he was the first thing that I had ever missed in my life.”