How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

I'm Gentleman Death in silk and lace, come to put out the candles. The canker in the heart of the rose.

To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself.

If you want to be a writer, write. Write and write and write. If you stop, start again. Save everything that you write. If you feel blocked, write through it until you feel your creative juices flowing again. Write. Writing is what makes a writer, nothing more and nothing less.

I can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. It’s just the card I drew.

Oh, but when love is reached through suffering, it has a power it can never gain through innocence.

I'm definitely more influenced by European writers than I am by American writers, there's no doubt about that.