People often say 'I live for my art.' Bullshit! If you are given a talent it's to be used. It's not in the private domain.

The journey back is always longer than the forward run.

Everybody has the answers or they'll make them up for you. Just once I'd like to hear a brand-new question.

I chose the shadows; they did not choose me. I stay here securely not just because I feel plain, but because disappearance is by now the easy way. The habit. The worn path that I can trod knowingly and be assured safe passage home.

We come into the world alone. We go away the same. We're meant to spend the interlude between in closeness or so we tell ourselves. But it's a long way from the morning to the evening.

May your hand be full for always if only with another hand. May your heart be empty only long enough to give you cause to fill it up again with love. May your soul be lost by you only to be found by God.

People are not born bastards. They have to work at it.