I've got the guts to die. What I want to know is, have you got the guts to live?

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.