... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.

I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.

Compassion for our parents is the true sign of maturity.

We see things the way we are, not the way they are.

Writing more and more to the sound of music, writing more and more like music. Sitting in my studio tonight, playing record after record, writing, music a stimulant of the highest order, far more potent than wine.

Tranquillity is contagious, peace is contagious. One only thinks of the contagiousness of illness, but there is the contagion of serenity and joy.

The monster I kill every day is the monster of realism. The monster who attacks me every day is destruction. Out of the duel comes the transformation. I turn destruction into creation over and over again.