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

What if you lived your entire life completely without urgency? You went to classes, you ate your meals, on Saturday nights a boy you didn't love took you to the movies; now and then you actually had a conversation with someone. The rest of the time -the hours that weren't accounted for-you spent waiting for something to happen to you; when you were particularly desperate, you went out looking for it.

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

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.

Nothing ever happened except God.

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.