Nobody likes to be found out, not even one who has made ruthless confession a part of his profession. Any autobiographer, therefore, at least between the lines, spars with his reader and potential judge.
The end of confession is to tell the truth to and for oneself.
I am too much in love with my lies and hypocrisies not to confess them fervently.
Once in a while, when I was younger, I'd lie, then tell the truth, and I'd feel better.
I confess myself the greatest coward in the world, for I dare not do an ill thing.
Remember, you are only committed to what you confess.
Cause I's wicked, - I is. I's mighty wicked, anyhow, I can't help it.
There was something about the self-confession and self-confusion of Abstract expressionism - as though the man and the work were the same - that personally always put me off because at that time my focus was in the opposite direction.
