I am not faithful but I am attached.

It makes me realise that the fantasy of nature is much larger than my own fantasy. I still have things to learn.

I shall speak of how melancholy and utopia preclude one another. How they fertilize one another... of the revulsion that follows one insight and precedes the next... of superabundance and surfeit. Of stasis in progress. And of myself, for whom melancholy and utopia are heads and tails of the same coin.

An empty bus hurtles through the starry night Perhaps the driver is singing and happy because he sings.

Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is black charcoal crushing white paper.

I have often supported Israel, I have often visited the country and want the country to exist and at last find peace with its neighbours.

Lies that do not hurt, which are different from lies that protect oneself or hurt another person. That is not my business. But the truth is mostly very boring, and you can help it along with lies. There is no harm in that.