Life gives you enough hard knocks so it's unlikely you'll stay that sure of yourself.

Life was a pre-death experience.

It's not the one thing nor the other that leads to madness, but the space in between.

Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence.

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

I don't understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it's a mind-altering possibility.

Creative work is incredibly difficult, and that is where the tests lie. Ordinary professionalism and twenty years' experience can accomplish a lot, but it can't access the hidden places. That still needs what it always needs - a condition of complete simplicity, costing not less than everything.