In both writing and sleeping, we learn to be physically still at the same time we are encouraging our minds to unlock from the humdrum rational thinking of our daytime lives.

and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.

I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.

Weird love's better than no love at all.

But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.

A place is yours when you know where all the roads go.

Remember that the truth is in the details. No matter how you see the world or what style it imposes on your work as an artist, the truth is in the details. Of course the devil's there, too-everyone says so-but maybe truth and the devil are words for the same thing. It could be you know.