Alive. Alive in the way that death is alive.

Art's cruel. You can get away with murder with words. But a picture is like a window straight through to your inmost heart.

People who teach you cram old ideas, old views, old ways, into you. Like covering plants with layer after layer of old earth; it's no wonder the poor things so rarely come up fresh and green.

The best wines take the longest to mature.

The craving to risk death is our last great perversion. We come from night, we go into night. Why live in night?

You wish to be liked. I wish simply to be. One day you will know what that means, perhaps. And you will smile. Not against me. But with me.

There are only two races on this planet - the intelligent and the stupid.