I used rebellion as a way to hide out. We use criticism as a fake participation.

This is the worst problem with living history museums. They always leave the best parts out. Like typhus. And opium. And scarlet letters. Shunning. Witch-burning.

All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.

If you knew that your life was merely a phase or short, short segment of your entire existence, how would you live? Knowing nothing 'real' was at risk, what would you do? You'd live a gigantic, bold, fun, dazzling life. You know you would. That's what the ghosts want us to do - all the exciting things they no longer can.

The truth is, wherever you choose to be, it's the wrong place.

To see how boring you really are, write a book about soap and cults, and the profits you make will be your only means of subsistence.

You'll need to suffer to make any real art.