To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.

One can't relive one's life. Forgiveness is not what's difficult; one's always too ready to forgive. And it does no good, that's obvious.

In circumstances of real tragedy you see things straight away...past, present, and future together.

To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

So many vaginas, stomachs, cocks, snouts, and flies you don't know what to do with them ... shovelsfull! ... but hearts? ... very rare! in the last five hundred million years too many cocks and gastric tubes to count ... but hearts? ... on your fingers!.

History doesn't pass the dishes again.