I would never want to kill a human being.

I don't mean to romanticise the struggle, that leads to all kinds of terrible violence and absurdities that are even worse than the perverse immediate gratification.

I have no idea what the hell is going on in the world, in my life, in what anything means, or what I'm supposed to do.

There's really not much in life that's as violent or traumatic as an encounter with somebody who really surprises you and opens up that strange dynamic that's involved in romantic love.

In our culture, the Oedipal drama succeeds in making us assume either a male or female sexual position. Certainly this is an ancient construct that's rapidly coming apart.

Musical acts that feign enthusiasm for what they're doing the guitarist who jumps up and down, like it's choreographed are so transparently vacuous.

Anytime you can muster the fury to actually write in the face of the impossibility of writing, that's an achievement.

It's so important what you're doing in your life. It's tremendously important to the work, and no aesthetic theories take that into account.

The categories of woman and man are too rigid. They're going to give way to new forces. They already have, to a degree, but for most of us, this drama held sway, and we assumed our positions.

I am definitely interested in soundtracks that one might associate with fantasy or sci-fi - they tend to be rich with musical ideas.

I think it's better to just say nothing at all than to just send two words.

To experience the spirit of peace, one must have freedom.Neither can be obtained without the other.

People become followers of the God because of his fear, but they become a fan of a hero because of his work.

Try thyself first and after call in God. For to the worker God himself lends aid.

Now I know the full power of evil. It makes ugliness seem beautiful and goodness seem ugly and weak.

Forget the complaints against complexity; instead, complain about confusion.

I look forward to change, but there is a part of me that absolutely dreads it.

I must admit, Peter, I have difficulty in understanding why an innocent man would want to spend twelve years as a rat.

A real medicine can only exist when it penetrates into a knowledge which embraces the human being in respect to body, soul and spirit.

What the unpenetrating world call Humanity, is often no more than a weak mind pitying itself.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death.