Better to be at the bottom of a ladder you want to climb than in the middle of some ladder you don’t, right?

But I'm thinking about 12 things at once, a hundred thousand times a day. Most people do, I would imagine.

The air is like being wanted, we say, and they nod approvingly. The air is like getting older, they say, and they touch our arms gently.

I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I'm very happy.

But there was something psychological happening there that was just a little bit different. And the other thing was, there was no stigma. Kids weren't going into the 'Center-for-Kids-That-Need-More-Help' or something like that. It was 826 Valencia.

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

If you don't want anyone to know about your existence, you might as well kill yourself. You're taking up space, air.