I was kind of thrown into - I didn't expect to do this for a living, being a recording artist. I was just playing music for the fun of it and writing songs. That was kind of my escape, you know, from the humdrum of the world.

The sun had, in the meanwhile, sunk behind the Ettersberg. We felt in the wood the chill of the evening, and drove all the quicker to Wiemar, and to Goethe's house. Goethe urged me to go in with him for a while, and I did so. He was in an extremely engaging mood. He talked a great deal about his theory of colors, and of his obstinate opponents; remarking that he was sure that he had done something in this science.

Most musicians remain poor. But the music that they make, even if it does not bring them millions, gives millions of people happiness.

I am a better novelist than a poet, playwright, or essayist.

If you wait, people will forget your camera, and the soul will drift up into view.

There can be nothing more humiliating for a writer of fiction to have to do than restate a case that has already been made.