People can be chaos but it's hard to fit it into some creative piece that you made. It's hard.

I went walking around the city some more, people watching with a cold, blank stare. And I saw your face in everyone, I swear.

Doing battle with themselves that way, every day, all the time and sometimes it sucks, but other times it results in people making sort of a dream comprehensible to someone else.

You can't get better at things you never play.

I can't think of anything off the top of my head that seems more important than something designed to raise money to keep something going that keeps IV drug users from dying.

Everything means nothing to me

He made his life a lie so he might never have to know anyone.