I've never really gotten the knack of talking to artists. You can't talk to them about how much it pays or about what you think you like. If I think a painting is ugly, somebody just tells me that I don't understand. If I think a painting is good, they tell me the same thing. It's like artists see a different place, a higher place, whereas I'm on the level of some stray dog who only knows how to hunt for pussy or food in a world that's black and white.
Walter Mosley, The Man in My Basement