I kind of wonder if creativity is all morphing into one big thing that's not even art, but something universal and bigger.

Nobody cares about worthiness. People care about what is real inside of you.

Nobody believes the identities we've made for ourselves. I feel like everybody in the world is fake now - as though people had true cores once, but hucked them away and replaced them with something more attractive but also hollow.

If you look at life as a whole, we have to admit life's good where we live. But in an evil Twilight Zone kind of way there's nothing else to choose. In the old days there was always a Bohemia or a creative under-world to join if the mainstream life wasn't your bag - or a life of crime, or even religion.And now there's only the system. All other options have evaporated. For most people it's the System or what... death? There's nothing. There's no way out now.

Our achievements may make us interesting, Tyler, but our darkness makes us lovable.

There's nothing cute or funny or lovable about being cheap. It's a total turn-off.

I know it's not cat food, but what exactly is it that they put inside of tinned ravioli?