I don't believe in anything and that makes me stronger than you think

A perfectly evil Devil makes even less sense than a perfect God.

For me, places have a tremendous impact. I fall in love with places. All of life seems different in different places.

I felt ravaged, and with both hands in a fantasy I reached out for her figure as we ran together through the meadow which belonged only to us and to which these others could never be admitted."Oh, inocent love," she said even as she drank from me, "oh, innocent innocent love."

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

I do want to go another way - to write something completely different.

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.