We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.

I'm always looking, and I'm always asking questions.

My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death

Artists are meant to be madmen, to disturb and shock us.

Because I show you my pain, I do not of necessity love you.

Sometimes dreams show me that my writing should go deeper. Dreams have not so much changed my work as deepened it.

It's not so," I said. "And how long do you think it will sustain you, feeling and seeing and touching and tasting, if there is no love? No one with you?