She had a brainy girls discomfort about her own beauty and its effects on folks.

There is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness.

I miss everyone. I can remember being young and feeling a thing and identifying it as homesickness, and then thinking well now that’s odd, isn’t it, because I was home, all the time. What on earth are we to make of that?

There happen to be whole large parts of adult American life that nobody talks about in commencement speeches. One such part involves boredom, routine, and petty frustration.

In this country we're unprecedentedly safe, comfortable, and well fed, with more and better venues for stimulation. And yet if you were asked, 'Is this a happy or unhappy country?' you'd check the 'unhappy' box. We're living in an era of emotional poverty, which is something that serious drug addicts feel most keenly.

Quentin Tarantino is interested in watching somebody's ear getting cut off; David Lynch is interested in the ear.

God seems to have a kind of laid-back management style I’m not crazy about.