I Don't Believe In Things Literally For

I Refuse To Cater To The Bullshit Of Innocence.

If I Have An Unusual Gift, It's Not That I Draw Particularly Better Than Other People - I've Never Fooled Myself About That. Rather It's That I Remember Things Other People Don't Recall: The Sounds And Feelings And Images - The Emotional Quality - Of Particular Moments In Childhood. Happily An Essential Part Of Myself - My Dreaming Life - Still Lives In The Light Of Childhood.

One Of The Few Graces Of Getting Old - And God Knows There Are Few Graces - Is That If You've Worked Hard And Kept Your Nose To The Grindstone, Something Happens: The Body Gets Old But The Creative Mechanism Is Refreshed, Smoothed And Oiled And Honed. That Is The Grace. That Is What's Happening To Me.

There's Something In This Country That Is So Opposed To Understanding The Complexity Of Children.

[drawing] And Making Things Was All We Ever Did. My Brother And I Built The Entire New York World's Fair Of 1939 In Miniature Out Of Wax. The Floor Of Our Room Was Covered With Little Waxen Buildings. Nobody Else Could Come In.