Isn't a kid alive who doesn't dream about rewarding her folks, or punishing them.

We're all going overnight express delivery straight to Hell.

It's okay to cry as long as you're faking it.

All major publishing houses have these big fat biographies sitting there, waiting for people to die. All you have to do is slap on the end and put in on the market. It's that kind of commoditization and completion of your life before you die - and this kind of imposition of a public idea of self that replaces the actual living self - that I find so frightening.

Taste is such a changing thing. Every age our tastes change. But the things that really last aren't necessarily the best or the worst or the most loved things, but they're the things that make the biggest impression.

Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial.

I think standardization is really the first step to something being commodified.