Kiss my lips. She did. Kiss my lips again she did. Kiss my lips over and over and over again she did. - Gertrude Stein

You'll be old and you never lived, and you kind of feel silly to lie down and die and to never have lived, to have been a job chaser and never have lived.

If the communication is perfect, the words have life, and that is all there is to good writing, putting down on the paper words which dance and weep and make love and fight and kiss and perform miracles.

There is no pulse so sure of the state of a nation as its characteristic art product which has nothing to do with its material life.