Life is a corrupting process from the time a child learns to play his mother off against his father in the politics of when to go to bed; he who fears corruption fears life.
“When I go home, I play with my baby dolls and strollers and stuffed animals, pretend like they're real dogs.”
“Eclecticism is the word. Like a jazz musician who creates his own style out of the styles around him, I play by ear.”