It's funny how the beauty of art has so much more to do with the frame than the artwork itself.

You grow up to become living proof of your parents' limitations. Their less-than masterpiece.

My theory is that church used to be that place. Instead of being a place where you went to look good, it was a place where you could risk going every week to look your worst.

The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.

What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.

Jump way back to one time, Evie and me did this fashion shoot in a junk yard, in a slaughterhouse, in a mortuary. We'd go anywhere to look good by comparison, and what I realize is mostly what I hate about Evie is the fact that she's so vain and stupid and needy. But what I hate most is how she's just like me. What I really hate is me so I hate pretty much everybody.

As the child outlives the father,so must the character bury the author.