I thought conceptual art was a joke.

Fate has blessed me.

I know of no better definition of love than the one given by Proust – Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers – and never succeeding.

Music is...a form of remembering, a return to the seasons of the heart long gone.

I know of no better definition of love than the one given by Proust - Love is space and time measured by the heart.

Love is born of faith, lives on hope, and dies of charity.

Love, which, in concert with Abstinence, established Faith, and which, along with Patience, builds up Chastity, is like the columns that sustain the four corners of a house. For it was that same Love which planted a glorious garden redolent with precious herbs and noble flowers-roses and lilies-which breathed forth a wondrous fragrance, that garden on which the true Solomon was accustomed to feast his eyes.

I really don't think I have that much of the gift; I have a little bit, but I wish I were Schubert or Chopin or Beethoven, though Beethoven had a very difficult time writing melody, too.

I have the feeling that everybody was waiting for me to die so they could rediscover me. Then they found out I'm not dead yet, so they are rediscovering me while I'm still alive.