I'm not interested in fame at all.
Everything really desirable has come about because of, or in spite of, wine!
Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.
I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!
A diary is the last place to go if you wish to seek the truth about a person. Nobody dares to make the final confession to themselves on paper: or at least, not about love.
The loved object is simply one that has shared an experience at the same moment of time, narcissistically; and the desire to be near the beloved object is at first not due to the idea of possessing it, but simply to let the two experiences compare themselves, like reflections in different mirrors. All this may precede the first look, kiss, or touch; precede ambition, pride, or envy; precede the first declarations which mark the turning point—for from here love degenerates into habit, possession, and back to loneliness.
Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.
Everybody in Argentina can remember the hand of God in the England match in the 1986 World Cup. Now, in my country, the hand of God has brought us an Argentinian pope.
Silence too can be indiscreet.
One is a criminal to some people and an artist to others. I can understand that. In a legal sense, I am a convicted criminal.
My father told me that if I ever did anything artistic, I was going to look like a hooker. I told him, 'With these huge boobs that I inherited from your mother, I already look like a hooker!'