The musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

I am the only real truth I know.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

The master demon Screwtape identifies elitist humanity's tendency toward "an ingrained habit of belittling anything that concerns the great mass of their fellow men.

Some women are built by the fire. Yet, there are some that are the FIRE!

There's certainly a lot of noise in the hip-hop world now [that] I don't pay active attention to, but to the extent that I represent some flavor of what's happening in hip-hop - it's subconscious.

The wind is the appalling enemy. It is mind-destroying, physically-destroying, soul-destroying.

We've always been involved with America - I have a son who lives there and it's a big part of my life.

I just want to be myself.

A serpent is a serpent, and none the less a viper, because it is nestled in the bosom of an honest-hearted man.

I taught myself how to play the guitar, so I basically learned by a system of making mistakes.

Listening to the eternal involves a silence within us.

Do I love you? Yeah, God help you, but I do