Fifty-five crystal spheres geared to God's crankshaft is my idea of a satisfying universe. I can't think of anything more trivial than quarks, quasars, big bangs and black holes.

We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.

I've lost all capacity for disbelief. I'm not sure that I could even rise to a little gentle scepticism.

Normally, even if you're on the set for 12 hours, there may be only a moment or two when you are actually useful.

It takes character to withstand the rigours of indolence.

I love love. I love having a lover and being one. The insularity of passion. I love it. I love the way it blurs the distinction between everyone who isn't one's lover.

Dying is not romantic, and death is not a game which will soon be over... Death is not anything... death is not... It's the absence of presence, nothing more... the endless time of never coming back... a gap you can't see, and when the wind blows through it, it makes not sound.