The landscape with its violent, pure colours dazzled and blinded me. I was always uncertain.

The cyclone ends. The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again; man does likewise. The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

Color! What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams.

I have come to an unalterable decision - to go and live forever in Polynesia. Then I can end my days in peace and freedom, without thoughts of tomorrow and this eternal struggle against idiots.

Color which, like music, is a matter of vibrations, reaches what is most general and therefore most indefinable in nature: its inner power.

Art is either revolution or plagiarism

We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.

Oh yes! he loved yellow, this good Vincent, this painter from Holland - those glimmers of sunlight rekindled his soul, that abhorred the fog, that needed the warmth.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

Take care not to step on the foot of a learned idiot. His bite is incurable.

Being a leader isn't a title, it's a lifestyle and there is no on and off switch.

Without music life would B flat

I have as many good friends in the media as anybody in sports has. It's just that I probably have a hell of a lot more enemies than anybody else.

Business is tough; you need tough guys.

Good dialogue is very important.

The novel is about, for me, sustained and organized looking. I do think that people have a hunger for a sustained engagement, that concentration that the book can offer.

In World War II all these countries were completely against each other, complete opposite. Now we're getting them all together, through the idea of music.

I believe that ultimately it all comes down to whether we seek conscious contact with God on a daily basis through prayer and meditation.

There are several kinds of stories, but only one difficult kind-the humorous.

Hell is not fire and brimstone, not a place where you are punished for lying or cheating or stealing. Hell is wanting to be something and somewhere different from where you are.