Who can say they saw a whole play or read a whole book? Each has their own experience, their own play, their own book

Actors,” he says, “should only be superficial on the surface.

The future is certain. It is just not known.

You know, sometimes I even envy myself.

Because he believed in himself, he believed what he did was important. Or maybe it was the other way around.

One thing, however, is certain in life. No one survives it.

All life is preoccupied with death. Death is the only certain future. Yet in the face of reason, everyone holds out hope for the highly improbable.

He did it because he could not help himself, which explains everything and nothing

Genes do not make an individual homosexual. They play their part, but so does the rest of the universe.

Grief denied will surface in borrowed clothes, the mad, sad clothes of paranoia, fear or loneliness

The silence was pregnant with noise, with muted fury, with questions the father found too disgusting to frame and with answers to which the son was incapable of giving voice.

Adam & Eve have been degraded, reduplicated forever, photocopies of photocopies, mistakes copied, magnified, augmented.

It would be both an identical work of art only by virtue of its difference. The same but different, he suggested, like twins.

The bacteria of resentment bred: distance turned to distrust; distrust turned to bitterness; bitterness to hate, which is, after all, a kind of grievous love

So, my sweet, did it put the fun into funeral?

You need to bridge the gap between reality and freedom. Drugs are the bridge.

The only simple truth is that there is nothing simple in this complex universe. Everything relates. Everything connects

He’s a typical existentialist. And that’s a contradiction in terms if ever there was one.

You inherit your environment just as much as your genes.

Being gay is not just what I do, but who I am. It is part of how I choose to live my life even if I never chose.

Sometimes a butterfly flaps its wings and the weather turns out fine.

For someone to be perfect, they must be real, however imperfect they are.

Nothing’s random. Even if it looks that way, it’s just because you don’t know the causes.

He showed videotape of himself committing acts of self-violence and informing news crews that he had been assaulted by a marauding mob of irate art historians.

It is a matter of mere coincidence that there is often a real individual who corresponds with a celebrity, signifies them.

There’s no such thing as probability,” she says, slowly, with minimal movement of her jaw. “Things turn out the way they do.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

I’ve often been criticised, but never critically wounded