Sometimes. . . I just want to run away from it all
In a lifetime there are only a few people you can work with. . . where you can trust each other and push each other in different directions.
There's a thrill in the midst of the hardship in knowing that I'm making the invisible real. And I'm doing what I want.
When you're creating you have to descend to depths. You've just got to go there - to the boredom, the banality, the loneliness and all that. Those moments of really feeling in the flow are fleeting.
I crave the freedom of knowing that if I want to do something, I can do it. It's important that I live in such a way that I can maintain a direct response to ideas.
Music begins and ends in the air - it's got to be shared.
The tighter a deadline is, the more I'm inclined to be perverse and rebellious - I'll start thinking about another, different project, until it becomes the most fantastic thing which I must start immediately.
My grandmother was the daughter of pioneers, as was my grandfather, and they were farmers. And they worked the land, and there is a grounded value system that becomes inherent in knowing what's real and what's powerful. And understanding the material nature of not only man, but beasts and profit and all of those things that you fight for.
A man with no philosophy in him is the most inauspicious and unprofitable of all possible social mates.
Real happiness comes from inside. Nobody can give it to you.
Whoever happens to give birth to mischievous children lives always with unending grief in his spirit and heart.