“I was born on a storm-swept rock and hate the soft growth of sun-baked lands where there is no frost in men's bones. ”

“It's impossible for a creative artist to be either a Puritan or a Fascist, because both are a negation of the creative urge. The only things a creative artist can be opposed to are ugliness and injustice.”

“Downloading's the same as what I used to do. I used to tape the charts of the songs I liked [off the radio]. I don't mind it. I hate all these big, silly rock stars who moan. At least they're fuckin' downloading your music, you cunt, and paying attention, know what I mean? You should fuckin' appreciate that, what are you moaning about? You've got fuckin' five big houses, so shut up.”

“Whenever I'm sad I just imagine if babies were born with mustaches.”

“As the Hindu gods are 'immortal' only in a very particular sense - for they had born and they die - they experience most of the great human dilemmas and often seem to differ from mortals in a few trivial details... and from demons even less. Yet they are regarded by the Hindus as a class of beigns by definition totally different from any other; they are symbols in a way that no human beign, however 'archetypal' his life story, can ever be. They are actors playing parts that are real only for us; they are masks behind which we see our own faces.”

“You didn’t ask me for the moon.I would have wrapped the world around your shoulders. Harrowed hell or pillaged heaven. But you assumedI’d let you go, and trust you would return. The hours between stretched on the rack of your absence, amongst swift talking ladies’ men competing for your hand fear shuffled in the silence.Devotion didn’t cut me from the crowdbut love’s a cold and lonely place to stand.”

“I would... learn how to drive... have a nice car... and drive it.”