Tyler and me at the edge of the roof, the gun in my mouth, I'm wondering how clean this gun is.

We're all trapped. It's always 1734. All of us, we're stuck in the same time capsule, the same as those television shows where the same people are marooned on the same desert island for thirty seasons and never age or escape. They just wear more makeup. In a creepy way, those shows are maybe too authentic.

Rant would tell people: 'You're a different human being to everybody you meet.

It's the Marilyn Monroe school of medicine where enough of any drug will cure any disease.

There's a big difference between "not caring" or being "nihilistic" about a topic and simply not being enrolled by the drama presented by other people. Just because my characters choose not to react in standard, socially-appropriate ways - that does not mean they don't care. They just reject ordinary dramas.

Because everything up to now is a story and everything after now is a story.

You can’t fool people into loving you.