The ethics of eating people are blurry at best in the fog of my undead amnesia, but I expect more for such a high price. What I want are the moments I will never have. The warm ones. The living ones.

Even as I think them, the words lose their context, dissolve into grains of absurdity in the vast ocean of day-to-day hunger.

I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

You can order yourself to treasure a moment, to cling tight to a feeling and never let it fade, but it’s your brain, that three-pound lump of hamburger, that makes the final call.

Maybe eventually winter will finish our job for us and end the world in ice instead of blood.

I felt like a kid standing in the world's greatest video arcade without any quarters, unable to do anything but walk around and watch the other kids play.

All my stuff is men's fashion. It's always oversized shirts, boyfriend blazers and trousers.

What if all possible pain was only the grief of truth?

It's not your freedom to choose that makes you free. It's what you choose in that freedom that makes you free.

There is nothing that I would do ever to break my mother's heart.

When you reach for the stars you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.

A line, once crossed, can never be uncrossed.

What are you going to do when you love music? You can't stop.

[Documentary photography] is unwittingly literary, because it is nothing other than an observation of contemporary life apprehended at the right moment by an artist capable of seizing it. (1928)

The fact that I haven't been married might qualify me as belonging in the nutty category to a lot of women.