Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.

You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.

That pile of paper on his left side went on living like the watch on a dead soldier's wrist.

The ear disapproves but tolerates certain musical pieces; transfer them into the domain of our nose, and we will be forced to flee.

You make 'em, I amuse 'em.

Playing 'Bop' is like playing Scrabble with all the vowels missing.

In The Doors we have both musicians and poets, and both know of each other's art, so we can effect a synthesis. In the case of Tim Buckley or Dylan you have on…