A Creator Always Needs Excuses.

The Artist Is The Medium Between His Fantasies And The Rest Of The World.

Like Many People, I Have No Religion, And I Am Just Sitting In A Small Boat Drifting With The Tide. I Live In The Doubts Of My Duty.... I Think There Is Dignity In This, Just To Go On Working.... Today We Stand Naked, Defenseless, And More Alone Than At Any Time In History. We Are Waiting For Something, Perhaps Another Miracle, Perhaps The Martians. Who Knows?

Money Is Everywhere But So Is Poetry. What We Lack Are The Poets.

I Think Television Has Betrayed The Meaning Of Democratic Speech, Adding Visual Chaos To The Confusion Of Voices. What Role Does Silence Have In All This Noise?

I Claim The Right To Contradict Myself. I Don't Want To Deprive Myself Of The Right To Talk Nonsense, And I Ask Humbly To Be Allowed To Be Wrong Sometimes.