Silence, exile, cunning and so on... it's my nature to keep quiet about most things. Even the ideas in my work.

I understand there are some men who are only half here. Let's not say men. Let's say people. People who are more or less obscure at times.

It occurred to me that eating is the only form of professionalism most people ever attain.

What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this time, for all these years.

What we are reluctant to touch often seems the very fabric of our salvation.

Brilliant people never think of the lives they smash, being brilliant.

Insanity's so personal. It's hard to know who shares our secrets.