Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.

Look out! Be on your guard, because alone of all the arts, music moves all around you.

Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live.

Be a constant outrage to modesty There is nothing to fear: modesty is exercised only among the blind.

People seek escape in myth by any means at their disposal, including drugs, alcohol, meditation, and lies.

Not only should you not accept a prize. You should not try to deserve one either.

The world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies; but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heartrending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.