I'm always trying to reach a transcendent point, a romantic point, but reach it in a really unconventional way, a really profane way. To get to that romantic, touching, heartbreaking place, but through a lot of acts of profanity.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

Our purest form of joy comes when people we envy get hurt. That most genuine form of joy.

First your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.

So if reality is all a spell, and you don't really want what you think you want... If you have no free will. You don't really know what you know. You don't really love who you only think you love. What do you have left to live for?

I think America is just so in love with conflict.

Where would Jesus be if no one had written the gospels?