If we can't, as artists, improve on real life, we should put down our pencils and go bake bread.

Sometimes I still have American dreams. I mean literally. I see microwave ovens and exercise machines and grocery store shelves with 30 brands of shampoo, and I look at these things oddly, in my dream. I stand and think, "What is all this for? What is the hunger that drives this need?" I think it's fear. Codi, I hope you won't be hurt by this, but I don't think I'll ever be going back. I don't think I can.

The power is in the balance: we are our injuries, as much as we are our successes.

It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.

To think is not always to see.

From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.

I don't look like who I am.