Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that took you down to a cellar, for what you found there.

Rome is a place almost worn out by being looked at, a city collapsing under the weight of reference.

I have to get out once a week and speak with people or I start thinking I'm the emperor of Abyssinia.

Recasting fairy tales has become a publishing sub-genre in itself, and has been done both well and to the point of entropy. More interesting are those works where the structures of fairytales are abandoned but the world of 'fairy' is imported as a delicate spice.

The modern superstition is that we're free of superstition.

Why can’t our job here on earth be simply to inspire each other?

The overintellectualization of surrealism can be a bromide. A dream interpreted is a deflated dream.