From the foot of the pyramids I contemplate twenty centuries, buried in the sand. ... I came here to hold on to fleeting life, and I see all about me only death. ... I write this, not quite knowing what I'm saying, but I dry the ink with the dust of Egyptian queens.

I find myself very, very happy to be a weird writer.

Desiring is a part of dreaming.

Tomorrow is not a promise, but a chance.

We still have prostitutes standing on our corner, and people crapping round the back of buildings. The charms are still there.

I used to consider myself as great as a pyramid, and now I realize that I am only a shadow that passes.

In some basic way, it is our imperfections and even our pain that draws others close to us.