Think of how many boring, blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretion of me.

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

If someone thinks I'm posh, it just shows how lowly they are. Some people think I went to Eton. I'm far too stupid to get into Eton.

Pain can be vitalising; it gives intensity in the place of vagueness and emptiness. If we don't suffer, how do we know that we live?

I do a lot of things for effect, which is not to say I am superficial, but that I know how to put ideas across.

The universe is neither friendly nor hostile. It is merely indifferent. This makes me ecstatic.