I love painting. As far as photography is concerned, I understand nothing.
The theme of exile is attractive to me, because it's sort of like the family business. Not just music, but travel.
I used to be disgusted; now I try to be amused.
There are five things to write songs about: I'm leaving you. You're leaving me. I want you. You don't want me. I believe in something. Five subjects, and 12 notes. For all that, we musicians do pretty well.
I wish you luck with a capital F.
I believe that music is connected by human passions and curiosities rather than by marketing strategies.
History repeats the old conceits, the glib replies, the same defeats.
It is not understood that before life an individual decides to live. A self is not simply the accidental personification of the body's biological mechanism. Each person born desires to be born. He dies when that desire no longer operates. No epidemic or illness or natural disaster - or stray bullet from a murderer's gun - will kill a person who does not want to die.
The wisest among you is he whose sustenance is the fear of Allah.
In the human race today, you came last.
Oh, my dear Vimes, history changes all the time. It is constantly being re-examined and re-evaluated, otherwise how would we be able to keep historians occupied? We can't possibly allow people with their sort of minds to walk around with time on their hands.