If you don't have dreams, how do you maneuver reality? Where do you get the ideas to change reality if not from dreams?

I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.

Artists invent things as a way of telling the truth.

Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.

Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by

My greatest wish - other than salvation - was to have a book.

If you took the city of Tokyo and turned it upside down and shook it you would be amazed at the animals that fall out: badgers, wolves, boa constrictors, crocodiles, ostriches, baboons, capybaras, wild boars, leopards, manatees, ruminants, in untold numbers. There is no doubt in my mind that that feral giraffes and feral hippos have been living in Tokyo for generations without seeing a soul.