Rolling Stone: Can you think of a time when music took you someplace that you didn’t expect to be?
David Lynch: I was in a car—a beautiful black Mercedes, big, brand new—in Germany, in a snowstorm. The snowflakes were as big as silver dollars, it seemed like. I was alone in this car, waiting for some people who had gone into a building. And on the radio came this song by Richard Strauss—I think it was the first one of “Four Last Songs.” The Mercedes had a great sound system, I turned this thing up, and it reduced me to tears. It ended up in Wild at Heart. You never know when the thing’s going to come along that will make you fall in love. (x)