Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

The world can be a lot bet­ter than we set­tle for. All you have to do is ask.

You're not getting this back you know. Consider it an asshole tax.

History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.

You kill strangers deliberately so you don't accidentally kill the people you love.

The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.

The one thing I cannot stand is when I do interviews, when I interview people, and I listen to the tapes and I hear myself talking and sort of stumble and stammer, or I hear the horrible sound of my own voice, or God forbid I see myself on video, there is that complete revulsion with seeing how I occur in the world.