Everything is imprinted for ever with what it once was.

I think heterosexuality and homosexuality are a kind of psychosis, and the truth is somewhere in the middle.

The journey is not linear, it is always back and forth, denying the calendar, the wrinkles and lines of the body.

I didn't mind being unpopular at school, because everyone else was a heathen.

I think now that being free is not being powerful or rich or well regarded or without obligation but being able to love. To love someone else enough to forget about yourself even for one moment is to be free.

When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I had, I unrolled the rug. It was a map of myself. Invisible to others, but held in the rug, were all the places I had stayed - for a few weeks, for a few months. On the first night anywhere new I liked to lie in bed and look at the rug to remind myself that I had what I needed even though what I had was so little. Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won’t help you.

I don't understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it's a mind-altering possibility.