What I’ve discovered is that in art, as in music, there’s a lot of truth - and then there’s a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It’s the moment that the audience falls in love.
"She is an hour late. Suddenly the curtains part and Lady Gaga makes her entrance, mincing into the room holding a porcelain teacup and saucer in one hand and a wineglass in the other. Like fainting on command or dropping a glove, Gaga seems to have single-handedly revived the long-lost art of making an entrance."