“The French breathed blood. They were like cannibals.”

“Our worlds, our suns, our ages, stream,
like a dateless dream.
Each drop of blood is a starry song
and our souls are breaths of eternity.
Eyes, say, why were ye given your sight?
To light a star, to welcome of immortal skies.”

“My love is a thousand French poets puking black blood on your Cure CD collection.”

“I believe in compulsory cannibalism. If people were forced to eat what they killed, there would be no more wars.”

“She can feel his blood, just beneath his skin; when he breathes, the air fills with smoke. He's like a dragon, ancient and fearless.”

“Sometimes I wish I were a cannibal – less for the pleasure of eating someone than for the pleasure of vomiting him.”

“Two cannibals were eating a comedian, and one of them turns to the other and asks, 'Does this taste funny to you?”

“They were nothing like the French people I had imagined. If anything, they were too kind, too generous and too knowledgeable in the fields of plumbing and electricity.”

“A French critic referred to me as a gay pessimist, with gay used in its older sense, and talked of Cocteau in the same breath.”

“Morality is the custom of one’s country and the current feeling of one’s peers. Cannibalism is moral in a cannibal country.”