It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.

The boy is special, Aunt Annie told his mother, and his mother in turn told him. But what kind of special? No one ever says.

Follow your own nature.

You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration

I fear mostly my inability to capture all the things that come, I fear their mysterious source, I fear their fate, I fear me, in short. This is true…it's like finding a river of gold when you haven't even got a cup to save a cupful…you've but a thimble, and that thimble is your pathetic brain and labour and humanness.

I'm back in these regions of fumbling dark uncertain creation, but it's my one and only world, and I'll do the best I can.

This is the story of America. Everybody's doing what they think they're supposed to do.

Chad is a slim blond boy with a strange witch-doctor face that goes with his interest in anthropology and prehistory Indians, His nose beaks softly and almost creamily under a golden flare of hair; he has the beauty and grace of a Western hotshot who's danced in roadhouses and played a little football. A quavering twang comes out when he speaks.

Begin not from preconceived idea of what to say about image but from jewel center of interest in subject of image at moment of writing, and write outwards swimming in sea of language to peripheral release and exhaustion.

I was always a guy who could score the ball as a kid, but everybody wanted to score. And I always wanted to be different in some type of way.

In films, maybe I was lost or typecast.

'Into The Gloss,' what I think it did so well was create a conversation around beauty and make beauty the main event as opposed to the ugly step-sister, which it often is in magazines.