It’s only when you’ve lost someone that you realize the nonsense of that phrase “It’s a small world”. It isn’t. It’s a vast, devouring world, especially if you’re alone.

Sooner or later even the most ambitious glutton must crawl away and seek the solace of the vomitorium.

I was a weird little kid. I was very irritable, bored, frustrated. I felt my imagination bubbling inside my head without having any way to express itself. Given a crayon and paper, I would not draw a train or a house. I would draw these monsters, beasts and demons.

I never want to be the producer that I too often got.

Let the mad find wisdom in their madness for the sane, and let the sane be grateful.

The paintings of Francis Bacon to my eye are very beautiful. The paintings of Bosch or Goya are to my eye very beautiful. I've also stood in front of those same paintings with people who've said, 'let's get on to the Botticellis as soon as possible.' I have lingered, of course.

You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst.