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

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

Nothing ever happened except God.

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

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 was always aware that Jack loved women not only for their bodies but for the stories that came into being as they interacted with him-they were part of his “road,” the infinite range of experience that always had to remain open to fuel his work.

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.