I am your fairy tale. Your dream. Your wishes and desires, and I am your thirst and your hunger and your food and your drink.

Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.

I don't need anybody to tell me how to be alive.

It is the Nobel Prize I want. It's worth $400,000.

It is true what Rimbaud said; If you think a book is strong enough, try it at the ocean, in the wind, at the waves. If the book can resist the ocean, then it exists. Otherwise, throw it away.

I didn't want to be alone, but I had to learn that the dimensions of my feelings are too violent. I had to learn this.

When you are there, you are. With words, you aren't.