I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.

It was the darkness that got you. It was heavy darkness, greasy and compelling. It made walls round you, and shut you in so that you felt like you could not breathe.

Human beings are struggling, and so they are egoists. But it's wrong to say that they are wholy cruel - it's a deformed view.

...morbidly, attracted him to strangeness, to recklessnesss, even unhappiness.

It's funny, he said, have you ever thought that a girl's clothes cost more than the girl inside them?

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.