The old Catholic parties hounded me with a Christian hatred from station to station, city to city, one stage to another.
Is that what they call a vocation, what you do with joy as if you had fire in your heart, the devil in your body?
Art is an elastic sort of love.
I have never really been a great artist. I have been a human being that has loved art, which is not the same thing. But I have loved and believed in art and the idea of universal brotherhood so much, that I have put everything I have into them, and I have been blessed.
The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains.
Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.
I improvised, crazed by the music. . . . Even my teeth and eyes burned with fever. Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.
. . . I improvised, crazed by the music. . . . Even my teeth and eyes burned with fever. Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.