I tend to wait for true stories to mature into fiction. Most of my fiction grew out of a long-germinating real-life situation.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

Home is where somebody notices when you are no longer there.

The perfect borscht is what life should be but never is.

Belief and delusion are incestuous siblings.

I am itching to criticize some well-regarded writers' works, but I am not doing it because I am perfectly aware that my critique could easily be reduced to envy or just plain meanness.

I gradually became aware that my interiority was inseparable from my exteriority, that the geography of my city was the geography of my soul.

I much preferred winning to thinking and I didn't like losing at all.

You don't want your neurosurgeon to have doubts about the meaning of it all while he or she is operating on your brain.

If you can't go home, there is nowhere to go, and nowhere is the biggest place in the world-indeed, nowhere is the world.

We knew - but didn't want to know - what was going to happen, the sky descending upon our heads like the shadow of a falling piano in a cartoon.

If it goes well with you, then all is well.

Nobody can make you angry without your consent, nobody can disappoint you without your consent, you have to give people consent to do these things.

Human life is held in much higher esteem, and the taking of it, whether in private quarrel or by judicial procedure, is looked upon much more seriously than it was formerly.

Put all your soul into it, play the way you feel!

The Truth has shared so much of Itself with me That I can no longer call myself A man, a woman, an angel, Or even pure Soul.

Adding CO2 to the air is like throwing another blanket on the bed.

I want to be necessary and do good works. I ain't here to waste nobody's time, because I don't want you to waste mine.

Don't hang onto anything too tightly-all things must change and you have to allow room for them to grow and blossom.

I don't think any collector knows his true motivation.

Punk rock meditation, that's what keeps it going. That's how I let go, you know. It's exactly what I do, I blast it and run around crazy banging my head on the wall.