Poetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.

I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.

It is in this power of saying everything and yet saying nothing too plainly that the perfection of art consists.

Photography is a major force in explaining man to man.

Art doesn't transform. It just plain forms.

Architecture is involved with the world but at the same time it has a certain autonomy. This autonomy cannot be explained in terms of traditional logic because the most interesting parts of the work are non-verbal. They operate within the terms of the work like any art.

Why does a woman work ten years to change a man's habits and then complain that he's not the man she married?

I think a certain amount of anger has been a fuel of mine if you want - but also some sort of sadness and plain mischief of course.

In plain terms a child is a complicated creature who can drive you crazy. There's a cruelty to childhood there's an anger.

What turns me on is to walk into a sold-out venue. The audiences are so much the same as they were in the '60s. It's just an amazing thing. I can't explain it but I hope it never stops.