I wasn't sleeping on the streets at night. Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren't fools, they just didn't fit into the needed machinery of the moment. And those needs kept altering.

I have one problem, I don’t hate people. They disgust me and I want to get away from them. I do not have hatred. I have an escape mechanism.

Sometimes I feel as if we are all trapped in a movie. We know our lines, where to walk, how to act, only there is no camera. Yet, we can't break out of the movie. And it's a bad one.

It will rain all this night and we will sleep transfixed by the dark water as our blood runs through our fragile life.

the sea is made of blood

Before you kill something make sure you have something better to replace it with.

writers are desperate people and when they stop being desperate they stop being writers.