Ordinary life does not interest me.

All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

Keeping a Diary all my life helped me to discover some basic elements essential to the vitality of writing.

Hollywood is a mirage factory.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

When I cannot bear outer pressures anymore, I begin to put order in my belongings...As if unable to organize and control my life, I seek to exert this on the world of objects.

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.