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.”