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

No. Take the heart first. Then you don't feel the cold so much. The pain so much. With the heart gone, there's no reason to stay your hand. Your eyes can look on death and not tremble. It's the heart that betrays us, makes us weep, makes us bury our friends when we should be marching ahead. It's the heart that sickens us at night and makes us hate who we are. It's the heart that sings old songs and brings memories of warm days.

I wanted to invent myself as a fictional character. And I did, and it has caused a great deal of confusion.

Why did I walk so purposefully in a straight line? Where would it take me? He went round and round and we got there all the same.

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

The Hopi, an Indian tribe, have a language as sophisticated as ours, but no tenses for past, present and future. The division does not exist. What does this say about time? Matter, that thing the most solid and the well-known, which you are holding in your hands and which makes up your body, is now known to be mostly empty space. Empty space and points of light. What does this say about the reality of the world?

Art is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar. We have to recognize that the language of art, all art, is not our mother tongue.