It's a strange life... you really don't know how you will impact people or how things will play out.

Being alive and understanding that and making the decision to actually live take a lot of courage.

The complete self-absorption, and childish indulgence and disregard, and having to feel as though everything you're doing is so people can live vicariously through you, so you have to pursue more and more unpleasant pastimes in order to satisfy the armchair people. That's a kind of scary existence.

I'm a chick for sure.

Of course there are influences, of course there are things that are inspiring, but it's weird to think that I'm trying to keep a mental inventory of them and report them clearly to whomever might ask.

There are lots of people in the world whose existence doesn't revolve around American culture.

Generally I try to read anything but indie rock journalism or anything about music at all, especially in the summer.