When I was sixteen or seventeen, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a playwright. But everything I wrote, I thought, was weak. And I can remember falling asleep in tears because I had no talent the way I wanted to have.

My talent is that I just try and try and try and try again and little by little it comes to something.

I was excited to discover, in this tale by Eliade, the key themes that I most hope to understand better - time, consciousness and the dream-like basis of reality.

We had access to too much equipment, too much money, and little by little we went insane.

A number of images put together a certain way become something quite above and beyond what any of them are individually.

I had a number of very strong personalities in my family. My father was a concert flutist, the solo flute for Toscanini.

When I was sixteen or seventeen, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to be a playwright. But everything I wrote, I thought, was weak. And I can remember falling asleep in tears because I had no talent the way I wanted to have.