I Like The Sound A Typewriter Makes.

Artists Are The People For Whom The World Is Not Enough.

Bodies Count, Of Course - They Count More Than We're Willing To Admit - But We Don't Fall In Love With Bodies, We Fall In Love With Each Other. We All Know That, But The Moment We Go Beyond A Catalogue Of Surface Qualities And Appearances, Words Begin To Fail Us, To Crumble Apart In Mystical Confusions And Cloudy, Unsubstantial Metaphors.

The Things We Remember Are Often Things That Have Great Emotional Importance, And So They Have A Lasting Effect.

To Leave The World A Little Better Than You Found It. That's The Best A Man Can Ever Do.

I Think That Sense Of Unreality Inspired Me To Write The Story Within The Book That [august] Brill Tells Himself, One Of The Stories He Tells Himself.