The realisation of one's own death is the point at which one becomes adult.

But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket

For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

Comedians are the nearest to suicide.

Music is only love looking for words.