I never considered myself an artist. I aspire to be an artist, but I never thought I had the depth or substance or gift to be an artist. I do think I have some talent, but it doesn't go as far as being an artist.

Life is a concentration camp. You're stuck here and there's no way out and you can only rage impotently against your persecutors.

I wish my parents had raised me in Manhattan because I think it's the greatest thing you can do for a kid is to raise them in New York City. I can see this with my own children.

Maybe the poets are right. Maybe love is the only answer.

Sex alleviates tension. Love causes it.

If I could just hope to have a major talent, then I would rather have it in music than in any other field.

You're a genius! And the proof is that both common people and intellectuals find your work completely incoherent.