You can't get rid of evil. We can't, and I feel that so intensely.

As a kid, all I thought about was death. But you can't tell your parents that.

[Drawing] and making things was all we ever did. My brother and I built the entire New York World's Fair of 1939 in miniature out of wax. The floor of our room was covered with little waxen buildings. Nobody else could come in.

I never can satisfy some need in me to achieve something of incredible hight. For my sake. It puzzles me deeply. And it sours my life. So there is a permanent dissatisfaction.

I can't believe I've turned into a typical old man. I can't believe it. I was young just minutes ago.

If you're making it up, make it up good. And then believe in what you made up.

In plain terms, a child is a complicated creature who can drive you crazy. There's a cruelty to childhood, there's an anger.