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

In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.

believe that you've had most of your important memories by the time you're thirty. After that, memory becomes water overflowing into an already full cup. New experiences just don't register in the same way or with the same impact. I could be shooting heroin with the Princess of Wales, naked in a crashing jet, and the experience still couldn't compare to the time the cops chased us after we threw the Taylors' patio furniture into their pool in eleventh grade.

Ski boots are the worst. Solid plastic. They'll be around till the sun goes supernova.

Workshops and seminars are basically financial speed dating for clueless people.

I really do force myself to not be fully engaged with all the technology at once, just because I have an addictive personality and I get too into it.

Being asked what animal you'd like to be is a trick question; you're already an animal.