When the painting is hanging on your wall for a long time, you don't notice it. You get tired of it, even if it's a Picasso. When the next generation inherits the painting, they sell it. I don't want to be sold.
I don't think an opera house is ever a place that can make you entirely happy.
You can't start worrying about what's going to happen. You get spastic enough worrying about what's happening now.

