My stories tend to bring people from isolation into community - with at least one other person, usually with a whole community of people - so that they find themselves accepted back by a world that they kind of fled from.

The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

My theory is that church used to be that place. Instead of being a place where you went to look good, it was a place where you could risk going every week to look your worst.

So if you think this is going to save you...If you think anything is going to save you...Please consider this your final warning.

I think we're in an age starved for genuine experiences, instead of cathartic phony experiences through the media, structured, engineered experiences. And those are the fast food, the masturbation of experience. They don't really exhaust any aspect of ourselves; they don't make us any stronger.

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have.

You can spend your whole life building a wall of facts between you and anything real.