I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: "Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I'll be ready.

I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.

As we go on with our lives we tend to forget that the jails and the hospitals and the madhouses and the graveyards are packed.

Don’t do it. Don’t love me.

To be young is the only religion.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.