Ever since I was a child, folks have thought they had me pegged, because of the way I am, the way I talk. And they're always wrong.

I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.

People who are having a love-sex relationship are continuously lying to each other because the very nature of the relationship demands that they do, because you have to make a love object of this person, which means that you editorialize about them. You cut out what you don't want to see, you add this if it isn't there. And so therefore you're building a lie.

Talent, and genius as well, is like a grain of pearl sand shifting about in the creative mind. A valued tormentor.

It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something

But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.

But, my dear, so few things are fulfilled: what are most lives but a series of incompleted episodes? 'We work in the dark, we do what we can, we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task...' It is wanting to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something.