Hype is the awkward and desperate attempt to convince journalists that what you've made is worth the misery of having to review it.

The artist is the medium between his fantasies and the rest of the world.

A created thing is never invented and it is never true: it is always and ever itself.

All art is autobiographical; the pearl is the oyster's autobiography.

Everyone knows that time is Death, that Death hides in clocks. Imposing another time powered by the Clock of the Imagination, however, can refuse his law. Here, freed of the Grim Reaper's scythe, we learn that pain is knowledge and all knowledge pain.

Don't tell me what I'm doing; I don't want to know.

Nothing is sadder than laughter; nothing more beautiful, more magnificent, more uplifting and enriching than the terror of deep despair.