It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.
As for me, prizes are nothing. My prize is my work.
I have many regrets, and I'm sure everyone does. The stupid things you do, you regret... if you have any sense, and if you don't regret them, maybe you're stupid.
I think most of the people involved in any art always secretly wonder whether they are really there because they're good or there because they're lucky.
Enemies are so stimulating.
It would be a terrific innovation if you could get your mind to stretch a little further than the next wisecrack.
