The ancients believed in fate because they recognized how hard it is for anyone to change anything. The pull of past and future is so strong that the present is crushed by it. We lie helpless in the force of patterns inherited and patterns re-enacted by our own behavior. The burden is intolerable.

One room is always enough for one person. Two rooms is not enough for two people. That is one of the conundrums in life.

Perhaps all romance is like that; not a contract between equal parties but an explosion of dreams and desires that can find no outlet in everyday life. Only a drama will do and while the fireworks last the sky is a different colour.

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

The rebellion of art is a daily rebellion against the state of living death routinely called real life.

the buddhists say there are 149 ways to god. i'm not looking for god, only for myself, and that is far more complicated.

More than sex. More than money. You know, life is not endless is it? Cash, cars, cocaine, and girls. It's more than that. And there is a spiritual dimension to people...we are driven to want something more.