When The Guns Roar, The Arts Die.

A Lot Of My Work Goes To The Center Of Where We Belong--if There Is Any Root To Life -because Nowadays The Family Is Broken Up, And People Don't Live In The Same Place For Very Long.

He Wants To Live On Through Something - And In His Case, His Masterpiece Is His Son. All Of Us Want That, And It Gets More Poignant As We Get More Anonymous In This World.

You Can't Eat The Orange And Throw The Peel Away - A Man Is Not A Piece Of Fruit.

I Believe In Work. If Somebody Doesn't Create Something, However Small It May Be, He Gets Sick. An Awful Lot Of People Feel That They're Treading Water -- That If They Vanished In Smoke, It Wouldn't Mean Anything At All In This World. And That's A Despairing And Destructive Feeling. It'll Kill You.

Americans Don't Speak Foreign Languages, By And Large. Their Interest In Anything Beyond The Borders Of The Country Is Limited. A European Of Any Cultivation Has To Speak A Couple Of Languages; He Inevitably Without Being Very Thoughtful About It Gets To Understand What Other People Think About Him.