We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.

that's what I love you for: your inability to perceive all my hideous flaws

Listen, sometimes when you finally find out, you realize that you were much better off not knowing.

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning. I want to be free to act, and I also want my actions to mean something.

...all of our laments could not add a single second to her life, not one additional beat of the heart, nor a breath.

The compelling thing about making art - or making anything, I suppose - is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances.

The cure might be worse than the problem