The artist is something of an outsider in America. I have always felt that America does not value its artists, certainly not in the sense that the Europeans do.
I used to lie between cool, clean sheets at night after I'd had a bath, after I had washed my hair and scrubbed my knuckles and finger-nails and teeth. Then I could lie quite still in the dark with my face to the window with the trees in it, and talk to God.

