I was always totally convinced that three weeks after the revolution they'd put me up against the wall and shoot me.

I think the word is counter-productive. Capitalism is counter-productive to art, just as the Catholic Church was counter-productive to art four hundred years ago.

Every invention eventually becomes obsolete.

We think literature is immortal, but even that decays and ultimately turns to dust.

I was always totally convinced that three weeks after the revolution they'd put me up against the wall and shoot me.

I was exactly having fun. I was stone miserable, but I wasn't hating doing it; I was loving doing it, but it's just damaged and warped.

You can't go home and listen to Chopin, and just use it.