Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.

It wasn't so much all the sex that robbed me of my moral bearings, but all the narcotics. I must say, there's something about opium that goes very well with lesbianism.

Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.

I believe that magic is art, and that art, whether that be music, writing, sculpture, or any other form, is literally magic. Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images, to achieve changes in consciousness… Indeed to cast a spell is simply to spell, to manipulate words, to change peoples consciousness, and this is why I believe that an artist or writer is the closest thing in the contemporary world to a shaman.

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely.

On the one occasion where I did try writing a screenplay, I found the rewriting just unendurable.

The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.