We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.

I'm interested in the human impact of the giant foot of misplaced government. After all, we encounter it every day.

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

But what I really want is to just swim around in a warm baby pool of these friends, jump in their dry leaf pile-to rub them all over myself, without words and clothes.

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

You invite things to happen. You open the door. You inhale. And if you inhale the chaos, you give the chaos, the chaos gives back.

When you're in your twenties in a new city where no one's from here, we're all sort of orphans. The only people that you can count on our bunch of people that you work with and that you know. You're only as good as the reliability of that latticework.