Portland in particular is a cheap enough place to live that you can still develop your passion - painting, writing, music. People seem less status-conscious. Even wealthy people buy second-hand clothes and look a little bit homeless.

Those who can forget the past are way ahead of the rest of us.

People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.

Parenthood is the opiate of the masses.

Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash.

Don't rush or force the ending. All you have to know is the next scene, or the next few scenes.

Doesn't reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?