What a strange world this is when you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo.

I think we still believe that ambition is for boys.

True stories are the ones that lie open at the border, allowing a crossing, a further frontier. The final frontier is just science fiction--don't believe it. Like the universe, there is no end.

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

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.

The impulse to worship is impossible to eradicate. Even the most prosaic have to worship something.

What's invisible to us is also crucial for our own well-being.