When I was young, I thought I was a god. Now, I just basically work on staying humble. My priorities changed. Just to be able to try to change them - that was frightening to me.

Most writers, in my opinion, are dysfunctional derelicts.

I fight for perfection

I want your heart, I want to eat your children.

I sacrifice so much of my life, can I at least get laid?

If my children will live a better life than I did by my getting brain damage, by my being brain dead, then let it be.

Whatever you want, especially when you’re striving to be the best in the world at something, there’ll always be disappointments, and you can’t be emotionally tied to them, cos’ they’ll break your spirit.