We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
I never met anybody in my life who says, I want to be a critic. People want to be a fireman, poet, novelist.
Every now and then, I strike something that just goes click, you know, in my head. As Gertrude Stein used to say, it rings the bell, and I feel, this is great.

