How easily the routine of sin establishes itself.

Granted: I AM an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peep-hole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.

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

As a child I was a great liar. Fortunately my mother liked my lies. I promised her marvelous things.

Everybody knows how fallible memory can sometimes be. You remember certain fragments precisely, but as soon as you try to join the fragments together, for a story, there is a certain - not falsification, but a shifting.

[To be an artist,] this desire to conquer all with images.

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.