My pleasures disappeared with my vices.

You can't spend your life beating yourself up for something that happened yesterday. You die if you don't follow your desire.

England has become a squalid, uncomfortable, ugly place ... an intolerant, racist, homophobic, narrow-minded, authoritarian, rat-hole run by vicious, suburban-minded, materialistic philistines.

The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it; anything more than that is advertising.

I can't sleep with you tonight, baby, my head's all messed up, you've no idea. It's somewhere else and it's full of voices and songs and bad things.

I've never had any desire to be good. I don't like goodness particularly.

If you get depressed, you can be stuck for months; if you have an analyst, you at least have a chance of getting out of it faster.