There's a point at which when I start to know a man well--this isn't true of women--I wonder whether there's something in him that's evil. Something that's pure and can't be touched. This quality of evil may be related to the quality of artistry, for an artist has the same characteristics.

I find waiting unbearable because it makes me passive and negates me. I hate being nothing.

Life doesn't exist inside language: too bad for me.

But guys such as Allen and William are more supportive than most men.

The whole world is men's bloody fantasies.

Literature is that which denounces and slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.

There are times when the law jeopardizes those who obey it.