I find it somewhat difficult to write with other people, although it has happened occasionally.
You have your own perceptions as an artist because you're put on this planet to create mystery, but you're put here to unravel mysteries too.
I always tried so hard to fit in, and then I figured out that I didn't want to fit.
Hearing is believing. . . a magician with the piano.
Only one music comes out of me.
I knew I could never be accepted as a straight-ahead jazz musician, nor would Iaccept myself as that. I would never be accepted as a minimalist. I wouldn't be adowntown composer. Because I find all orthodoxies, all doctrines to be ultimatelybanal.
I love opera, I love writing for the voice, I love telling stories with music.
If we could ever competitively, at a cheap rate, get fresh water from saltwater,. . (this) would be in the long-range interests of humanity which could really dwarf any other scientific accomplishments.
I remember the special effects people had fun making a little doll that looked like me - which is not so easy - and it had to move along the floor.
Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.
I love TV. I think I'd do a half-hour single-camera comedy.