Those who suppress their loneliness become victims of suppression. Those who keep in touch with their loneliness come up with great creativity.
Beautiful songs have risen out of human melancholy. People talk of songs written in joy. I say that all songs that have any truth in them have actually risen from the honest depth of man’s suffering.
One who has not suffered can never write a song. One who has not wept can never sing a song. All art arises from the artist’s inner turmoil. If you shelf that turmoil, if you lock it away, there would be no art in your life.