One of the phenomena I sorely miss from the days when I was still painting, is the stillness which used to generate itself around me when I was at work, and into which I was able to make some sort of temporary escape from myself. That kind of peace and quiet you don’t get by any other means, or I don’t, anyway… At the easel, the silence that fell upon everything was like the silence I imagine spreading over the world after I am dead. P. 102
I am… an enthusiastic advocate of the ordinary. P. 113