I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

You have a choice. Live or die. Every breath is a choice. Every minute is a choice. Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you re-enlist.

That's what I love about fire, how it would kill me as quick as anybody else. How it can't know I'm its mother. It's so beautiful and powerful and beyond feeling anything for anybody, that's what I love about fire.

The truth is . . . you think what people want you to think.

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.

Somehow people have been sold on the idea that only professionals can entertain them, that only professionals can sing or tell jokes. And people are cut out of this creativity loop, and creativity is being limited to these large, centralized voices.

Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.