I believe an international criminal court is very much to be desired.

One is and is not in the centre of the maelstrom of it all.

There are some things one remembers even though they may never have happened.

All that happens is that the destruction of human beings - unless they're Americans - is called collateral damage.

The past is what you remember, imagine you remember, convince yourself you remember, or pretend you remember.

Language in art remains a highly ambiguous transaction, a quicksand, a trampoline, a frozen pool which might give way under you ... at any time.

Good writing excites me, and makes life worth living.

I don't think there's been any writer like Samuel Beckett. He's unique. He was a most charming man and I used to send him my plays.

I never think of myself as wise. I think of myself as possessing a critical intelligence which I intend to allow to operate.

Don't forget the earth's about five thousand million years old, at least. Who can afford to live in the past?

This particular nurse said, Cancer cells are those which have forgotten how to die. I was so struck by this statement.

They Want You To Be A Docile Apathetic Consumer

Something can be very funny and then suddenly very terrifying-very exciting, and suddenly very ridiculous. I think that’s what life is like, that’s what interests me.

I studied literature design and fashion design.

The Rudderless World is not shaped by vague metaphysical Forces. It is not God who kills the Children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the Dogs. ... It´s us. Only us.

My work is never perfect. It always can be better but I just believe that we need to achieve a really high level of excellence. I don't believe in the "Good Enough" principle as a Christian.

In my mind, I never doubted whether I was going to achieve what I wanted to do. I just had to decide what it is I wanted to do.

It is always the secure who are humble.

And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.

I'm alive today, I'm well, I'm working, I'm still creative. What more can I say, really?

My kids have grown up knowing nothing other than me being gone all the time and playing in golf tournaments. That's what they know.