The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.
After a few months in my parents' basement I took an apartment near the state university where I discovered both crystal methamphetamine and conceptual art. Either one of these things are dangerous but in combination they have the potential to destroy entire civilizations.
Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects and discovering other people's weaknesses.
What I've discovered is that in art as in music there's a lot of truth-and then there's a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for my moment. It's the moment that the audience falls in love.
A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover through the detours of art those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.
Successful prime-time television of any genre produces some kind of emotional reaction in the viewers. There are a lot of different emotions to tap into. The emotion of the reward of discovery the feeling of righteous anger the feelings of pathos and sadness or sentimentality of being moved by something.
Of all the planets apart from Earth in our solar system Mars is the most hospitable. Yeah. Right. Better keep my visit short. And yet despite the discomfort the danger I love it here. I love coming back for these imaginary vacations. The sights are amazing.
Recently I went to a disco with friends and all the young people were saying 'Dudamel we want to go to your concert but it's impossible because it's sold out.' It's really amazing.
I don't think immortality is necessarily the key to understanding the world. You have to be careful with what you think you're achieving. I'm all for science discovering amazing and fantastic things about our world but I think the motivations behind it are slightly askew.
When you write biographies whether it's about Ben Franklin or Einstein you discover something amazing: They are human.