A good artist should be isolated. If he isn't isolated something is wrong.
Now I'm an old Christmas tree the roots of which have died. They just come...
There's no regret. You can't regret. I mean I've felt regret but I've also...
For what the horse does under compulsion as Simon also observes is done without understanding and there is no beauty in it either any more than if one should whip and spur a dancer.
