I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.

People were interesting at first. Then later, slowly but surely, all the flaws and madness would manifest themselves. I would become less and less to them; they would mean less and less to me.

I like the way Mahler wandered about in his music and still retained his passion. He must have looked like an earthquake walking down the street.

I'm not the cruel type, but they are, and that's the secret.

Many a good man has been put under the bridge by a woman.

Insanity is relative. Who sets the norm?

Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.