The only things in my life that compatibly exists with this grand universe are the creative works of the human spirit.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
All my life, all my life that I can, as far back as I can remember, I saw my first movie when I was six years old. And since then I wanted to do that. I wanted to be a part of that.
It should be only a part of my life, but it isn't. I have only one thing: my work.
I get a kick out of being an outsider constantly. It allows me to be creative. I don't like anything in the mainstream and they don't like me.
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to life.
I think of life itself now as a wonderful play that I've written for myself, and so my purpose is to have the utmost fun playing my part.
If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.
A person will sometimes devote all his life to the development of one part of his body - the wishbone.
We've always been involved with America - I have a son who lives there and it's a big part of my life.
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.
I'm an artist, and the need to get inside myself and be creative and be other people is a part of who I am. I don't imagine I'll abandon that completely.
It would be very easy for us to do a collection that everybody would like and not criticize. But criticism is a part of life. You have to take it.
Nothing kills the ego like playfulness, like laughter. When you start taking life as fun, the ego has to die, it cannot exist anymore.
There's no reality except the one contained within us. That's why so many people live an unreal life. They take images outside them for reality and never allow the world within them to assert itself.
Life is too short, or too long, for me to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly.
There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living.
But now science, spurred on by its powerful delusion, hurtles inexorably towards its limits where the optimism hidden in the essence of logic founders. For the periphery of the circle of science has an infinite number of points and while there is no telling yet how the circle could ever be fully surveyed,the noble and gifted man, before he has reached the middle of his life, still inevitably encounters such peripheral limit points andfinds himself staring into an impenetrable darkness. If he at that moment sees to his horror how in these limits logic coils arounditself and finally bites its own tail - then the new form of knowledge breaks through, tragic knowledge, which in order to be tolerated,needs art as a protection and remedy.
Obviously one must hold oneself responsible for the evil impulses of one's dreams. In what other way can one deal with them? Unless the content of the dream rightly understood is inspired by alien spirits, it is part of my own being.
Just as we have two eyes and two feet, duality is part of life.
What constitutes a real, live human being is more of a mystery than ever these days, and men each one of whom is a valuable, unique experiment on the part of nature are shot down wholesale.
Insist on yourself; never imitate.? Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life's cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another you have only an extemporaneous half possession.? That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him.
There's something about death that is comforting. The thought that you could die tomorrow frees you to appreciate your life now.
I also had a brother who was like me a musician and a composer. A man of great talent, far more gifted than I. He died very young... he killed himself in the prime of his life.