Language is power, life and the instrument of culture, the instrument of domination and liberation.

Do not think I do not realise what I am doing. I am making a composition using the following elements: the winter beach; the winter moon; the ocean; the women; the pine trees; the riders; the driftwood; the shells; the shapes of darkness and the shapes of water; and the refuse. These are all inimical to my loneliness because of their indifference to it. Out of these pieces of inimical indifference, I intend to represent the desolate smile of winter which, as you must have gathered, is the smile I wear.

The wolf is carnivore incarnate and he's as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.

He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic?

To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with.

The only time I ever iron the sheets or make meringues is when there is an ... urgent deadline in the offing.