An artist is the magician put among men to gratify - capriciously - their urge for immortality.

We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squalling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, there's only one direction. And time is its only measure.

We're more of the love, blood, and rhetoric school. Well, we can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and we can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and we can do you all three concurrent or consecutive. But we can't give you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory. They're all blood, you see.

I can't remember what my first script was.

Seduced her? Every time I turned round she was up a library ladder. In the end I gave in. That reminds me—I spotted something between her legs that made me think of you.

If rationality were the criterion for things being allowed to exist, the world would be one gigantic field of soya beans!

I think that the present is worth attention, one shouldn't sacrifice it to future conceptions of, of this future or that future.