The reviewer is a singularly detested enemy because he is, unlike the hapless artist, invulnerable.

The reviewer is a singularly detested enemy because he is, unlike the hapless artist, invulnerable.

Even a true artist does not always produce art.

Even a true artist does not always produce art.

I do talk less now because the sound of my voice saying over and over the things I said years ago embarrasses and depresses me. Why do I say the same things over and over?

Sheer flattery got me into the theater. Flattery always works with me, particularly the flattery of women.