When you're waiting for a bus, the thing to do is smoke a cigarette.

When you get immersed in whatever you're writing, the world does suddenly get so filtered through what you're writing. And then of course what you're writing then filters the world right back.

That was one of the problems with the Narcissus figure. Here is a face looking at a face, and the problem is the image of the thing is never actually the thing. You try and grab it and it's not there. It's water. It disappears.

I think sometimes to still be angry is appropriate, but you want to be able to live with it.

I wouldn't underestimate the power of writing a letter.

I do some messing around with things, not necessarily about me but about place and people and the things around.

The state of love is this constant flux back and forth between who's saving and who's rescuing, who's wanting and not wanting, who's needing and who isn't. It's always going back and forth between two people who are actually attached.