Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking.

As long as you live, there's always something waiting; and even if it's bad, and you know it's bad, what can you do? You can't stop living.

But we are alone, darling child, terribly, isolated each from the other; so fierce is the world's ridicule we cannot speak or show our tenderness; for us, death is stronger than life, it pulls like a wind through the dark, all our cries burlesqued in joyless laughter; and with the garbage of loneliness stuffed down us until our guts burst bleeding green, we go screaming round the world, dying in our rented rooms, nightmare hotels, eternal homes of the transient heart.

[L]ove, having no geography, knows no boundaries.

I've been working, working, working, and you know, sometimes you look back at your work and you see that it just isn't any good.

With one exception everybody who has ever been involved with me is still a great friend of mine.

That isn't writing at all, it's typing.