Admiration and familiarity are strangers.

I don’t deal well with admiration if it’s for something I haven’t done. Other than exist.

I flew on Air Force Two for eight years, and now I have to take off my shoes to get on an aeroplane.

We all shared an admiration of Debussy both as a musician and as sort of an icon for the 20th century. It seemed like an interesting idea to go right back 100 years to find the source of some new ideas now.

There are two kinds of artists in this world; those that work because the spirit is in them, and they cannot be silent if they would, and those that speak from a conscientious desire to make apparent to others the beauty that has awakened their own admiration.

Admiration is the daughter of ignorance.