I don't want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to people. I do misrepresent things. I don't tell truths. I tell what ought to be truth.

All good art is an indiscretion.

I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

To be free is to have achieved your life.