I can't always agree with what critics say - it may be true; it may not be true.

...all the sweltering, tawdry life of the American small town, and behind all, the sad desolation of our suburban landscape.

I can't exactly describe the sensations, but they're entirely human and perhaps have nothing to do with aesthetics.

Whom did I meet? Nobody. I'd heard of Gertrude Stein, but I don't remember having heard of Picasso at all. I used to go to the cafes at night and sit and watch…