Long before I became 'rich and famous' I just sat round drinking wine and staring at the walls.

Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.

But then if you lied to a man about his talent just because he was sitting across from you, that was the most unforgivable lie of them all, because that was telling him to go on, to continue which was the worst way for a man without real talent to waste his life, finally. But many people did just that, friends and relatives mostly.

it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner.

Great art is horseshit, buy tacos.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.

we know God is dead, they've told us, but listening to you I wasn't sure.