The work that lasts over time is the work which still speaks to us when all contemporary interest in that work is extinct.

I think it would be very foolish not to take the irrational seriously.

I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

You know every cell in our bodies is completely renewed every seven years, so how can we talk about being the same person? We're absolutely not.

If you continually write and read yourself as a fiction, you can change what's crushing you.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

It doesn't have to be like that but mostly it is.