I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.

If you want your writing to be taken seriously, don't marry and have kids, and above all, don't die. But if you have to die, commit suicide. They approve of that.

Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain't no free rides, baby.

In so far as one denies what is, one is possessed by what is not, the compulsions, the fantasies, the terrors that flock to fill the void.