An artist is always alone -- if he is an artist. No, what the artist needs is loneliness.

It is preposterous and unreasonable.

We live in the mind, in ideas, in fragments. We no longer drink in the wild outer music of the streets - we remember only.

Los Angeles gives one the feeling of the future more strongly than any city I know of. A bad future, too, like something out of Fritz Lang's feeble imagination.

The one thing we can never get enough of is love. And the one thing we never give enough is love.

No man is great enough or wise enough for any of us to surrender our destiny to. The only way in which anyone can lead us is to restore to us the belief in our own guidance.