Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards.
In order to have wisdom we must have ignorance.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
I believe in the compelling power of love.
If you have that unconquerable urge to write, nothing will stop you from writing.
The true meaning of money yet remains to be popularly explained and comprehended.