I have so very much. I have so very little.

There are two worlds we live in: a material world, bound by the laws of physics, and the world inside our mind, which is just as important.

I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.

Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.

To some degree Satanism is purely a kind of disease of Christianity. You've got to really be Christian to believe in Satan.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

I increasingly fear that nothing good can come of almost any adaptation, and obviously that's sweeping. There are a couple of adaptations that are perhaps as good or better than the original work. But the vast majority of them are pointless.