I have drawn all my life, I don't know how to live without drawing.
The Artist," an ancient sage had once said, "is always sitting on the doorsteps of the rich.
I'm enamored with the art world. Anytime you look at anything that's considered artistic, there's a commercial world around it: the ballet, opera, any kind of music. It can't exist without it.
One of my fears is not writing. I don't know how to do anything else.
Comedians are sometimes resentful of their writers. Probably because it's hard for giant egos to admit you need anyone but yourself to be what you are.
Art is parasitic on life, just as criticism is parasitic on art.
I don't exist without writing.
How frightening it is to have reached the height of human accomplishment in art that must forever borrow from life's abundance.
The critic lives at second hand. He writes about. The poem, the novel, or the play must be given to him; criticism exists by the grace of other men's genius.
Being an actor, we're so dependent on the writers.
When you have committed enough words to paper, you feel you have a spine stiff enough to stand up in the wind. But when you stop writing, you find that's all you are - a spine, a row of rattling vertebrae, dried out like an old quill pen.
