He wishes he had never entered the funhouse. But he has. Then he wishes he were dead. But he's not. Therefore he will construct funhouses for others and be their secret operator -- though he would rather be among the lovers for whom funhouses are designed.

Nothing is intrinsically valuable; the value of everything is attributed to it, assigned to it from outside the thing itself, by people.

I admire writers who can make complicated things simple, but my own talent has been to make simple things complicated.

Every artist joins a conversation that's been going on for generations, even millennia, before he or she joins the scene.

Self knowledge is always bad news.

History - an account, mostly false, of events, mostly unimportant

Yet everyone begins in the same place; how is it that most go along without difficulty but a few lose their way?