People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messed cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

Unless we have that moment of chaos, followed by the emotional release of realization, nothing will be remembered.

I'm really glad that I spent my twenties messing around and having disaster after disaster - with people who were doing likewise - because it's really my greatest treasure now.

What they don't teach you in art school is how your whole life is about discovering who you already were.

If we can forgive what’s been done to us... If we can forgive what we’ve done to others... If we can leave all of our stories behind. Our being villains or victims. Only then can we maybe rescue the world.

I figure if Eve could get us into this mess, I could get us out. After all, God really likes to see a go-getter.

Just let your hand drop; and let fate decide for you.