I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.

She knows the rituals, she knows how we're supposed to be behaving...But I think these things are impenetrable and fraudulent, and I can't do them without feeling I'm acting.

Life's not fair; why should I be?

I began writing at the age of 5, but there was a dark period between the ages of 8 and 16 when I didn't write. I started again at 16. And have no idea why, but it was suddenly the only thing I wanted to do.

Where do you draw the line, between love and greed? We never did know, we always wanted more. We want to take it all in, for one last time, we want to eat the world with our eyes.

He needed to exist only in the present, without guilt, without expectation.

Science is a tool, and we invent tools to do things we want. It's a question of how those tools are used by people.