My hunger and curiosity drive me forward in all directions at once.

To be joyous is to be a madman in a world of sad ghosts.

I have made a silent compact with myself not to change a line of what I write. I am not interested in perfecting my thoughts, nor my actions.

There will be more calamities, more death, more despair. Not the slightest indication of a change anywhere. The cancer of our time is eating us away. Our heroes have killed themselves, or are killing themselves.

An artist earns the right to call himself a creator only when he admits to himself that he is but an instrument.

Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.

The concert is a polite form of self induced torture.