We tend to make up the people we fall in love with

We derive a lot of the reality of ourselves through interactions with others.

We tend to make up the people we fall in love with

I think art, the discipline of creating, really does require tremendous solitude. But the whole creative process can seal your life to such an extent that while you're creating, you feel very self-sufficient. I've certainly experienced that.

A lot of artists don't survive, do they? You work very hard and finally you get what you want and it destroys you.

Jack Kerouac did what he most wanted to do. He wrote great prose. He became the writer he wanted to be.

Legend adheres to artists whose deaths seem the corollaries of their works.