A work of art works because it is true, not because it is real.

In art, something comes of nothing. Out of the thin air and the ether, you create a story. And that is intensely satisfying.

Time is an illusion that makes us all pant.

How do you live with evil? Art is traditionally - certainly with my secular background - the answer, but art is very self-referential, whereas religion claims to go beyond the bounds of human existence.

The worst pair of opposites is boredom and terror. Sometimes your life is a pendulum swing from one to the other.

My feelings can perhaps be imagined, but they can hardly be described.

When the course of experience made me see that there is no saviour and no special grace, no remission beyond the human, that pain is to be endured and fades, if it fades, only with time, then God became nothing to me but a dyslexic dog, with neither bark nor bite.