The surrealists, and the modern movement in painting as a whole, seemed to offer a key to the strange postwar world with its threat of nuclear war. The dislocations and ambiguities, in cubism and abstract art as well as the surrealists, reminded me of my childhood in Shanghai.
We live in an age of instant knowledge. And there's almost a sense of entitlement to that.
Rock stars wanting to write is even worse than wanting to act in movies, right?

