“If I were stranded on a desert island, and could have only one person and three things with me, I’d want Nietzsche, a pen, paper, and a stick-on mustache.”
“I’m like Twain, Nietzsche, and Dali in that I have three mustaches. (I have two of them disguised as eyebrows). Women love men like me, like my clones.”
“I have only got down on to paper, really, three types of people: the person I think I am, the people who irritate me, and the people I'd like to be.”
“Knowing that someone here cared aboutme was like being given a box of matches when you’re stranded on a cold, deserted island.”
“My pen.’ Funny, I wrote that without noticing. ‘The torch’, ‘the paper’, but ‘my pen’. That shows what writing means to me, I guess. My pen is a pipe from my heart to the paper. It’s about the most important thing I own.”
“Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.”