The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

I care about doing the work as best as I can do, and that it should go on reaching people. It's not about fame and it's not about me. It's about creating something that might allow someone else to create something.

I would rather have regrets of excess than regrets of denial.

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.

At bed-time I went into my room and put out the light. I didn't get undressed. I lay on my bed and looked out of the window at the stars. I read in a book that the stars can take you anywhere. I've never wanted to be an astronaut because of the helmets. If I were up there on the moon, or by the Milky Way, I'd want to feel the stars round my head. I'd want them in my hair the way they are in paintings of the gods. I'd want my whole body to feel the space, the empty space and points of light. That's how dancers must feel, dancers and acrobats, just for a second, that freedom.

What I want does exist if I dare to find it.

Do it from the heart or not at all.