A drawing is simply a line going for a walk.

An active line on a walk, moving freely, without goal. A walk for a walk's sake.

Weston's been drawing walks, but he hasn't been hitting the way he can. Today, he got back to hitting line drives.

Satire must not be a kind of superfluous ill will, but ill will from a higher point of view. Ridiculous man, divine God. Or else, hatred against the bogged-down vileness of average man as against the possible heights that humanity might attain.

A line is a dot that went for a walk.

He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.