An artist's creative energy is ephemeral as a flower. It blooms and soon dies. No artist is great forever. Personally, I think I reached my peak in 2004 when I shot 'Samaria' and '3-Iron'.
Things that burn very brightly, we wonder how long they can keep burning.
I always feel in improv that nothing is ever as good once it's repeated.
People who light up like Roman candles come down in the dark very quickly.
For a few minutes of every day, every man becomes a genius. This is the tragedy of life.
Poets are like baseball pitchers. Both have their moments. The intervals are the tough things.
On the slightest touch the unsupported fabric of their pride and power fell to the ground. The expiring senate displayed a sudden lustre, blazed for a moment, and was extinguished for ever.
Even at your best, the creative moments are still kind of fleeting.
So many bright stars, bright in life, burn out quickly.
