Fiction is the lie that tells the truth, after all.

Anyone who believes what a cat tells him deserves all he gets.

There's not much high and low culture any more: there's just mingling streams of art and what matters is whether it's good art or bad art.

The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.

I felt very much like a hooker who had just been told she was a lady of the evening.

It's just I might get distracted, and I get lost kind of easily, and sometimes I have really bad days...when, you know, I just want to hide or scream or bleed or something, and...all that...

Can't make an omelette without killing a few people.