The public is a monster and that is why I am not eager to return to the stage.
Only when I was singing did I feel loved.
I will always be as difficult as necessary to achieve the best.
I don't know what happens to me on stage. Something else seems to take over.
What is there in life if you do not work? There is only sensation, and there are only a few sensations— you cannot live on them. You can only live on work, by work, through work. How can you live with self-respect if you do not do things as well as lies in you?
I would not kill my enemies, but I will make them get down on their knees. I will, I can, I must.