“Men grow cold as girls grow oldAnd we all lose our charms in the end.How prettily Lorelei Lee sang these mordant lyrics!”

“Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.”

“We work in the dark—we do what we can—we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.”

“Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive. ”

“The denial of language is a suicidal one and we pay for it with our own lives.”

“There are people, primarily women!--who are what I call 'conduits of emotion.' In their company, the half dead can come alive. They need not be beautiful women or girls. It's a matter of blood warmth. The integrity of the spirit." He turned the page of his sketch pad and began anew, whistling thinly through his teeth."Thus an icy-cold soul, in the presence of one so blessed, can regain something of his lost self. Sometimes!”

“My belief is that art should not be comforting; for comfort, we have mass entertainment and one another. Art should provoke, disturb, arouse our emotions, expand our sympathies in directions we may not anticipate and may not even wish.”