Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art.
I think I’ll dismember the world and then I’ll dance in the wreckage.
There’s not much high and low culture any more: there’s just mingling streams of art and what matters is whether it’s good art or bad art.
Note for Americans and other aliens: Milton Keynes is a new city approximately halfway between London and Birmingham. It was built to be modern, efficient, healthy, and, all in all, a pleasant place to live. Many Britons find this amusing.
I’ll find you. Don’t worry. Just be on your own and I’ll find you.
I think radio plays are my favourite medium, as they make the listener work and create and contribute in a way that TV and film can never do, and they have an immediacy that written prose often lacks.
It’s still National Library Week. You should be especially nice to a librarian today, or tomorrow. Sometime this week, anyway. Probably the librarians would like tea. Or chocolates. Or a reliable source of funding.
I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating.
We wrapped our dreams in words and patterned the words so that they would live forever, unforgettable.
There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.
I’m willing to make a fool out of myself in public. I’m also willing to make those mistakes that you’re going to make the first time you go out, so hopefully the next time it will be better.
You have to believe. Otherwise, it will never happen.
People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don’t have their own song.
Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she’d also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.
We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.
People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales.
We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness.
Of course you don’t believe in fairies. You’re fifteen. You think I believed in fairies at fifteen? Took me until I was at least a hundred and forty. Hundred and fifty, maybe. Anyway, he wasn’t a fairy. He was a librarian. All right?
There are a lot of artists who’ve said they’d like to work with me. To be honest, I’m not sure there is such a thing as an inappropriate artist. The trick is matching the artist with a story.
In Hollywood, lying is something that people do like breathing.