We're terrible at realising what goes on in other people's heads because we are trapped inside our own.
It is at despair at not being able to be noble and beautiful by natural means that we have made up our faces so strangely.
To dream magnificently is not a gift given to all men, and even for those who possess it, it runs a strong risk of being progressively diminished by the ever-growing dissipation of modern life and by the restlessness engendered by material progress. The ability to dream is a divine and mysterious ability; because it is through dreams that man communicates with the shadowy world which surrounds him. But this power needs solitude to develop freely; the more one concentrates, the more one is likely to dream fully, deeply.
Strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.
You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it-it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk.
Nothing can be done except little by little.
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is, intimacy, spirituality, color, aspiration towards the infinite, expressed by every means available to the arts.
One of the things that I think nobody's done yet is really taking advantage of the electric powertrain layout, which of course, means you don't have a gasoline engine in the front and you don't have a gas tank in the rear.
Listen to the way people talk. If your characters sound real the rest is easy.
Read over your compositions, and when you meet a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.
I mean, in rock music terms I'm like a dinosaur.