Of course people couldn't help but think I must be a bit of a dyke myself. And of course I am. Everyone is: a bit. So what? That never discouraged a man yet, in fact it seems to goad them on.

[Y]outh is hardly human: it can't be, for the young never believe they will die...especially would they never believe that death comes, and often, in forms other than the natural one.

You don't understand. You've never hated anybody. No, I never have. We're allotted just so much time on earth, and I wouldn't want the Lord to see me wasting mine in any such manner.

All artists are two-headed calves.

Wrinkles and bones, white hair and diamonds: I can't wait.

Most people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent.

I'm not a philosopher.