Who you are moment to moment is just a story.

We come from a generation of people who need their TV or stereo playing all the time. These people so scared of silence. These soundaholics, these quietophobics.

On game shows, some people will take the trip to France, but most people will take the washer and dryer pair.

The truth is, every son raised by a single mom is pretty much born married. I don't know, but until your mom dies it seems like all the other women in your life can never be more than just your mistress.

His saliva tasted like the wet dicks of ten thousand lonely truck drivers.

What I mean is sometimes, for an artist, chronic pain can be a gift.

We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.