London has been used as the emblematic English city, but it's far from representative of what life in England is actually about.

It's pretty much a fact that our entire universe is a mental construct. We don't actually deal with reality directly. We simply compose a picture of reality from what's going on in our retinas, in the timpani of our ears, and in our nerve endings.

All culture must have arisen from cult.

A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?

I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.