...of all things this was the saddest, that life goes on: if one leaves one's lover, life should stop for him, and if one disappears from the world, then the world should stop, too: and it never did. And that was the real reason for most people getting up in the morning: not because it would matter but because it wouldn't.

I'm not a philosopher.

But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.

Are the dead as lonesome as the living?

Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.

I never had a rejection slip in my life.

I can see every monster as they come in.