The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look at everything close-up.

You have to jump into disaster with both feet.

People die', she says. 'People tear down houses. But furniture, fine, beautiful furniture, it just goes on and on, surviving everything.' She says, 'Armoires are the cockroaches of our culture.

There's worse that people can steal from you than money.

I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He's taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

Imagine a plague you catch through your ears.