The really important kind of freedom involves...being able truly to care about other people...

I don’t really mean what I’m saying.

The really important kind of freedom involves...being able truly to care about other people...

We all suffer alone in the real world; true empathy's impossible.

It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive, day in and day out.

I've noticed that, while I can't help but respect and sort of envy the moral nerve of people who truly do not care what others think of them, people like this also make me nervous, and I tend to do my admiring from a safe distance.

It seems like the big difference between good art and so-so art lies somewhere in the art's heart's purpose, the agenda of the consciousness behind the text. It's got something to do with love, with having the discipline to talk out of the part of yourself that can love instead of the part that just wants to be loved.