I've got to stop getting obsessed with human beings and fall in love with a chair. Chairs have everything human beings have to offer, and less, which is obviously what I need. Less emotional feedback, less warmth, less approval, less patience and less response. The less the merrier. Chairs it is. I must furnish my heart with feelings for furniture.

The older you get, the easier it is to spot the phonies. And I just think, how unpleasant for them.

Drugs made me feel more normal.

A lot of the time, I'm just smart enough to be unhappy.

I like birds and dogs. I'm allergic to cats.

I think I do overshare, and I sometimes marvel that I do it. But it's sort of - in a way, it's my way of trying to understand myself.

I spent a year in a 12-step program, really committed, because I could not believe what had happened - that I might have killed myself.