Eric MaiselThinkers

Abstraction is itself an abstract word and has no single meaning. . . Every word in our language is abstract, because it represents something else.

Anxiety is ultimately an inability to choose. The too-anxious man, afraid to choose, will halt dead in the water.

Boredom is the thing that regularly arrives between excitements and episodes of meaning: It is as natural as the tides, and in it an artist can drown.

San Francisco is a moody city, fog pouring in, with blues notes wrapped in moisture, an atmosphere that tempers california dreaming and makes life more real. The fog brings reality, but it is still a california reality, one spent outdoors the whole year round.