Sometimes limbo is a tolerable place to be stuck.

I tend to admire dead people more than the living. All too often, human reality diminishes the glowing reputation.

We talked filth for a pleasant half hour.

It's amazing how sudden the effect is - it must be the result of a deep atavistic mating urge buried inside us. A glance and you think: 'Yes, this is the one, this one is right for me.' Every instinct in your body seems to sing in unison.

When you experience bereavement at a youngish age, you suddenly realise that life is unjust and unfair, that bad things will happen, and you have to take that on board.

The last thing you know about yourself is your effect.

To live as an artist requires hard work or some extraordinary good fortune to come your way.