I Used To Think It Was Clever

Love Means Having Something To Betray.

When You're My Age, You Have The Feeling Sometimes That You're Seeing The Show Come Round Again.

Most Of Us Live In A Condition Of Secrecy: Secret Desires, Secret Appetites, Secret Hatreds And Relationship With The Institutions Which Is Extremely Intense And Uncomfortable. These Are, To Me, A Part Of The Ordinary Human Condition. So I Don't Think I'm Writing About Abnormal Things. ... Artists, In My Experience, Have Very Little Center. They Fake. They Are Not The Real Thing. They Are Spies. I Am No Exception.

Luck's Just Another Word For Destiny... Either You Make Your Own Or You're Screwed.

The Cold War Was Over Long Before It Was Officially Declared Dead.