People are good or half good or a quarter good, and it changes all the time- but even on the best day nobody's perfect.

He looks like the sort of man who can't afford to leave, and doesn't want to stay, and so he is doing both at once.

Sometimes we just walk into something that is not for us at all. We pretend it is. We think we can shrug it off like a coat, but it's not a coat at all, it's more like another skin. [...] All I wanted was to make my life thrilling for a while: to take the oridinary objects of my days and make a different argument out of them, no obligations to my past.

How inevitable it is; we step into an ordinary moment and never come out again.

We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.

About 25 years ago, I took a bicycle across the United States. I soon found out that the greatest item of clothing was the trusty bandanna. There were dozens of uses for a bandanna - as a pot holder, a chain cleaner, a sun shield, a headband, a snot rag, a declaration of Kerouacian intent.

There are rocks deep enough in this earth that no matter what the rupture, they will never see the surface. There is, I think, a fear of love. There is a fear of love.