I used to like reading and you read enough books and you overflow and then you start writing.

Never f*!k with the ineffable.

Mere animals couldn’t possibly manage to act like this. You need to be a human being to be really stupid.

I like being a writer.

The thing is, I mean, there’s times when you look at the universe and you think, “What about me?” and you can just hear the universe replying, “Well, what about you?”

The singers all loathe the sight of one another, the chorus despises the singers, they both hate the orchestra, and everyone fears the conductor; the staff on one prompt side won't talk to the staff on the opposite prompt side, the dancers are all crazed from hunger in any case.

This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That’s why everything is exactly the wrong way around.