You'll need to suffer to make any real art.

the world is the cradle and your trap.

People would ask me to autograph their bodies and then the next time I'd see them on tour they'd have my autograph tattooed. I decided I wouldn't write on people anymore, but I'd give them arms and legs and if they wanted those autographed I'd do that.

It's not living alone if you keep a rifle under the bed.

If it is the case that love does survive death, then you may consider this to be a happy ending. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Happily ever after or not.

I will never write a sequel to anything that I will ever write.

Hey, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart.