The past which is not recoverable in any other way is embedded, as if in amber, in the music, and people can regain a sense of identity.

I think there are dozens or hundreds of different forms of creativity. Pondering science and math problems for years is different from improvising jazz. Something which seems to me remarkable is how unconscious the creative process is. You encounter a problem, but can't solve it.

Psychotic hallucinations, whether they are visual or vocal, they address you. They accuse you. They seduce you. They humiliate you. They jeer at you. You interact with them.

I feel I should be trying to complete my life, whatever completing a life means.

Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.

We have, each of us, a life story, whose continuity, whose sense, is our lives.

I often feel that life is about to begin, only to realize it is almost over.