“In his autobiography Stravinsky relates that the first music he remembers was made by a peasant, working his hand in his armpit to produce a rhytmic farting.”
“A dog cannot relate his autobiography; however, eloquently he may bark, he cannot tell you that his parents were honest though poor.”
“His hand snapped shut over the device and then he crossed his arms. Aria stared in horror. Her Smarteye was buried in a Neanderthal’s armpit.”
“Once, as he inhaled with his customary vehemence, I had a thought that made my armpits come alive.”
“He who works with his hands is a laborer.He who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman.He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.”
“A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.”