My voice and movements are restricted by the things I own.

I always like the idea of doing interviews with somebody but completely seriously not ever mentioning what that person is generally known for.

Maybe he was more than the sum of his broken parts.

Because I grew up with this naive expectation of people doing right, I get shocked by every little violation.

We are the bright new stars born of a screaming black hole, the nascent suns burst from the darkness, from the grasping void of space that folds and swallows--a darkness that would devour anyone not as strong as we. We are oddities, sideshows, talk show subjects. We capture everyone's imagination.

I need eight hours to get maybe 20 minutes of work done. I had one of those yesterday: seven hours of self-loathing.

They were so in love with the world, and so disappointed in every aspect of it.