I'm known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I'm doing is trying to protect myself and my work.

An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.

They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.

I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.

We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.

I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to.

When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don’t go. I’m too worried to go. I don’t want to interrupt my worrying to go.