I've survived inattention. I hope to God I survive attention.

I'm not one who divides music, dance or art into various categories. Either something works, or it doesn't.

when the time came I would do battle with my mother for the right to sit at the center of my own life.

The art of these Fifties movies was in sustaining forever the moment before sex.

You're only kidding yourself if you put creativity before craft.

As people who have commitments and obligations, we try to blockade emotions and go on our course towards excellence, and that's a lie. I've definitely paid a price. Everything is an exchange.

Everything that happens in my day is a transaction between the external world and my internal world. Everything is raw material. Everything is relevant. Everything is usable. Everything feeds into my creativity. But without proper preparation, I cannot see it, retain it, and use it. Without the time and effort invested in getting ready to create, you can be hit by a thunderbolt and it'll just leave you stunned.