You can't make a mistake when you improvise.

What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.

If I'm really working on something, writing or painting or really concentrating, I don't even think about brushing my hair.

For I desired, as Youth does, to be taken by the hand and hurled into the world.

In the period where I had to live the life of a citizen - a life where, like everybody else, I did tons of laundry and cleaned toilet bowls, changed hundreds of diapers and nursed children - I learned a lot.

One day we’ll go in together, and the work will be ours.

Well, I'm not one of those people who needs the limelight. If I'm performing, that's what I'm doing. If I'm not, I don't long for it. I don't need the approval of an audience, or applause.