I could never work out whether we were to view religion as a life-insurance policy or a life sentence. I can understand a wrathful God who'd just as soon dangle us all from a hook. And I can understand a tender, unprejudiced Jesus. But I could never quite feature the two of them living in the same house. You wind up walking on eggshells, never knowing which... is at home at the moment.

No kind of bomb ever built will extinguish hatred.

Wherever I am, let me never forget to distinguish want from need

But children robbed of love will dwell on magic.

You can curse the dead or pray for them, but don't expect them to do a thing for you. They're far too interested in watching us, to see what in heaven's name we will do next.

I don't *ever* write about real people. Art is supposed to be better than that. If you want a slice of life, look out the window.

Memory is a complicated thing, a relative to truth, but not its twin.