And I think back over my own life and I realize that my own nature-the core me-essentially hasn’t changed all these years. When I wake up in the morning, for those first few moments before I remember where I am or when I am, I still feel that same way I did when I woke up at the age of five.

The capacity for not feeling lonely can carry a very real price, that of feeling nothing at all.

Why are we even here [on earth], what's our human nature? It's precipitating a real philosophical crisis that I find quite fascinating.

Why do most of us make such boring choices for the stories of our lives?

I'm an adult. Discipline me and I'll bury you alive. - Roger

Beyond a certain age, sincerity ceases to feel pornographic.

It's starts out young- you try not be different just to survive- you try to be just like everyone else- anonymity becomes reflexive- and then one day you wake up and you've become all those other people- the others- the something you aren't. And you wonder if you can ever be what it is you really are. Or you wonder if it's too late to find out.