The steward, according to custom, had stopped all the clocks. This, in the language of Narouz, said "Your stay with us is so brief, let us not be reminded of the flight of the hours."

Poverty is a great cutter-off and riches a great shutter-off.

Old age is an insult. It's like being smacked.

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.

The heaviest impact of the work of art is in the guts. Art does not reason. It manhandles you and changes you.

I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.

No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.