Suicide is very contagious.

Peter used to say that an artist’s job is to make order out of chaos. You collect details, look for a pattern, and organize. You make sense out of senseless facts. You puzzle together bits of everything. You shuffle and reorganize. Collage. Montage. Assemble.

It's exhausting, the energy it takes to unknow a truth.

If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't.

I don't want to die without any scars.

Folks build a reputation by attacking you while you’re alive - or praising you after you ain’t.

It's only in drugs or death we'll see anything new, and death is just too controlling.