I always really curious to see how people interpret things. I know my version, and I'm kind of bored with my version so I want to see their version.

Life's greatest comfort is being able to look over your shoulder and see people worse off, waiting in line behind you.

We're so structured and micromanaged, this isn't a world anymore, it's a damn cruise ship.

Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

A certain number of people have to live their lives outdoors between 8 a.m. and 8 p.m., and a certain number of people can only leave their homes between 8 p.m. and 8 a.m. So basically, public life has to be lived in these shifts, in order for everyone to fit on the streets because there's just no more room for any more infrastructure, any more highways. So it polarizes the community into day people and night people, and it becomes sort of a metaphor for racism and classism.

Help me give up my addiction to Hope.

Those who remember the past tend to get the story really screwed up.