Well, Fear And Homophobia Are Both Pervasive.

Love Goes Away When Your Mind Goes Away And Then You're Someone Else.

There's A Point At Which When I Start To Know A Man Well--this Isn't True Of Women--i Wonder Whether There's Something In Him That's Evil. Something That's Pure And Can't Be Touched. This Quality Of Evil May Be Related To The Quality Of Artistry, For An Artist Has The Same Characteristics.

A Novel Is A Book With A Lot Of Pages.

Whereas The Slums In Hamburg Are The Slums Of Its Sailors, Berlin Is A Big Slum.

I'm What Happens After Death, Which Is Writing.