Maybe all spirits flew to Paris, not only French ones. Could you haunt a place you'd never been?

I knew people want most what they pretend to hate, that it takes courage to say what you really want.

You’ll see, there are a million ways to kill off the soft parts of yourself.

I knew you could find a certain relief in begging God, it had helped me, but on the other hand, God never answered directly and that was always depressing.

As a child I made a pact with my mother. I agreed that we were doomed, that she and I abided together in a cocoon of melancholy.

I spent so much time as a child thinking what if I was a robot, what if my mind were somewhere else? As a kid you're in the middle of all that.

Everything was new, now I’m a junkie, I seem to need more severe doses of experience to feel anything.