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

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

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…

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