That process by which you become a writer is a pretty lonely one. We don't have a group apprenticeship like a violinist might training for an orchestra.

He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels.

The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.

The only power that exists is inside ourselves.

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

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

The human heart is my school.