When I went to the analyst for a kind of preliminary meeting, he said, 'I'll be able to fix you so that you'll write much more music than you do now.' I said, 'Good heavens! I already write too much, it seems to me.' That promise of his put me off.

Beware of losing what isn't in your head.

It is not irritating to be where one is. It is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.

...we make our lives by what we love.

So somebody has talent? So what? Dime a dozen. And we're overpopulated. Actually we have more food than we have people and more art. We've gotten to the point of burning food. When will we begin to burn our art?

Food, one assumes, provides nourishment; but Americans eat it fully aware that small amounts of poison have been added to improve its appearance and delay its putrefaction.

Why do you not do as I do? Letting go of your thoughts as though they were the cold ashes of a long dead fire?