You get to decide what to worship.

Don't do what you're taught to do, do what you love to do.

Whitney Houston was a laser beam ... She always gave me better than what I asked for in the studio

A U. S. of modern A. where the State is not a team or a code, but a sort of sloppy intersection of desires and fears, where the only public consensus a boy must surrender to is the acknowledged primacy of straight-line pursuing this flat and short-sighted idea of personal happiness.

An ad that pretends to be art is – at absolute best – like somebody who smiles warmly at you only because he wants something from you.

The sun like a sneaky keyhole view of hell.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends, and there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.