Life is a continuous cycle of once-terrifying things becoming normal.

Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.

And still everything’s the same, even though I did my best to get as far away as I could.

A revolution cannot progress without the fuel of terror. With time that relationship inverts: the revolution presses forward for the sake of terror. Like an artist, the man creating terror should be detached, cold-blooded. He must keep in mind that the energy of the terror he releases can consume him.

[We often] criticize the people on TV: 'He just can't act.' 'You call that singing?' ... We get jealous not because we're evil, but because we have little artists pent up inside us.

I always take a close look at those who lose themselves in self portraits. They are solitary souls, prone to introspection, who have really grappled with their existence.

Novels are food for the leftover hours of life, the in-between times, the moments of waiting.