you can make mean anything.

We're the culture that cried wolf.

The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.

How folks lay claim to a loved one is they give you a name of their own. They figure to label you as their property.

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.

You have to keep recycling yourself.

There are bodies buried everywhere you just have to know where to look.