Understand me. I’m not like an ordinary world. I have my madness, I live in another dimension and I do not have time for things that have no soul.

I don't know about other people, but when I wake up in the morning and put my shoes on, I think, Jesus Christ, now what?

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

If I stop writing I am dead. And that's the only way I'll stop: dead.

There may not be a hell, but those who judge may create one. I think people are over-taught. They are over-taught everything. You have to find out by what happens to you, how you will react. I'll have to use a strange term here... "good." I don't know where it comes from, but I feel that there's an ultimate strain of goodness born in each of us. I don't believe in God, but I believe in this "goodness" like a tube running through our bodies. It can be nurtured. It's always magic, when on a freeway packed with traffic, a stranger makes room for you to change lanes... it gives you hope.

And yet women-good women--frightened me because they eventually wanted your soul, and what was left of mine, I wanted to keep.

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.