Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.
All men are frauds. The only difference between them is that some admit it. I myself deny it.
No matter what I do, no matter how predictable I try to make my life, it will not be any more predictable than the rest of the world. Which is chaotic.
If you want creative workers, give them enough time to play.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me that only tragedy is to allow part of us to die - whether it is our spirit, our creativity, or our glorious uniqueness.
Fall is my favorite season in Los Angeles, watching the birds change color and fall from the trees.
In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.