The pimp has a grin, never a smile.

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

Anyone who knows a strange fact shares in its singularity.

A man must dream a long time in order to act with grandeur, and dreaming is nursed in darkness.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.

Perhaps all music, even the newest, is not so much something discovered as something that re-emerges from where it lay buried in the memory, inaudible as a melody cut in a disc of flesh. A composer lets me hear a song that has always been shut up silent within me.