The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.

There comes a time when you realize that everything is a dream, and only those things preserved in writing have any possibility of being real.

Love must wait; it must break one’s bones.

Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave

Sometimes you are aware when your great moments are happening, and sometimes they rise from the past. Perhaps it's the same with people.

I'm a frotteur, someone who likes to rub words in his hand, to turn them around and feel them, to wonder if that really is the best word possible.

I deem as heroic those who have the harder task, face it unflinchingly and live. In this world women do that.

Dresscodes are for styleless people.

Hope but not enthusiasm is the proper state for the writer.

What is the ultimate impulse to write? Because all this is going to vanish.

I like aristocracy. I like the beauty of aristocracy. I like the hierarchical feeling.

Have you ever felt the longing for someone you could admire? For something, not to look down at, but up to?

You can get used to anything, I guess, if you've been there enough.

The sentimentalist ages far more quickly than the person who loves his work and enjoys new challenges.

I generally wade in blind and trust to fate and instinct to see me through.

When you acknowledge your weaknesses to the rest of the team, it is never new information.

I dictate entirely how the team is prepared, and I am a hands-on coach; I love to be out there with the players taking the sessions.

The boys in the hood are always hard.

There are a lot of children in Afghanistan, but little childhood.

The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.

I'm really just concentrating on making good music, whether it's using a sample or doing an original track.