The sadness of our existence should not leave us blunted, on the contrary--how to remain thin-skinned, vulnerable and stay alive?

The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom.

Nobody ever lies about being lonely.

I have enough money to get by. I'm not independently wealthy, just independently lazy, I suppose.

I keep my family out of my public life because it can be an awful nuisance to them. What's my mother going to tell strangers anyway? That I was a cute baby and that she's terribly proud of me? Nuts. Who cares?

Look, if you're playing Romeo and your Juliet is a pig, you find something you can love about pigs!

If a man don't go his own way, he is nothing.