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

After long enough, everyone in the world will be you enemy.

Your folks are god, you love them and you want to make them happy but you still want to make up your own rules.

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

If you look at old pictures, Irene Casey is so pretty. Not just young, but pretty the way you look when your face goes smooth, the skin around your eyes and lips relaxed, the pretty you only look when you love the person taking the picture.

Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That’s the earth. Why it goes around. We’re the rocks. And what happens to us—the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse—why, that’s just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright.

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.