The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.

That if you could acquire enough, accomplish enough, you’d never want to own or do another thing. That if you could eat or sleep enough, you’d never need more. That if enough people loved you, you’d stop needing love.

We all have some proper noun to blame.

It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.

I like to get people moving and jumping. I think it's good to add more emotion and chaos.

Inspiration needs disease, injury, madness.

You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.