Painting contains a divine force which… makes the dead seem almost alive.
I don’t like to travel. Yet all my books seem to involve a journey.
Good writing is deceptive in that it hides its own artifice – it makes it seem easy.
When you’re young, the silliest notions seem the greatest achievements.
I just can’t seem to write songs about peace and love. Yeah right, how do you get that?
We still seem to trigger that intensity in people, which was quite incredible.
I don’t believe in fate, because I’m not spiritual, but things do seem to work out.
We seem to be made to suffer. It’s our lot in life.
I don’t see myself as being as big of an influence as other people seem to think.