I am very moody when I cook. I cook according to the way I feel at the moment. A little of this, a little of that, and almost always a coupcon of garlic. I never proceed by the rules.

For forty years I have play the oboe, and still I never know what is coming out. It is a perpetual anxiety. But maybe this is good-I have never the time to get myself bored.

Your playing is like salt water taffy. You see all the beautiful colors, red, yellow, blue, but they all taste the same.

...you must play for the little fellow in the last row of the balcony who only has fifty cents to pay for a ticket.

We turn our backs on nature; we are ashamed of beauty. Our wretched tragedies have a smell of the office clinging to them, and the blood that trickles from them is the color of printer's ink.

Writers are magpies, and we collect details about people and we use them for fictional characters.

It is wonderful how God works by our hands, and yet His own hand does it all.

Fans like their heroes simple. I'm supposed to stick out my tongue twenty-four hours a day and do nothing else.

Keep good company, and you shall be of the number.

Diseases are the tax on pleasures.

Less coin, less care.

The hope of the world is still in dedicated minorities. The trail-blazers in human, scientific and religious freedom have always been in a minority.

Anger is only our friend when we know its caliber and how to aim it.

If you can't do something willingly and joyfully, then don't do it.