I find it pretty fascinating how humans keep gravitating towards these giant centers. I went to this walled medieval village in France this year, and it was truly the most crazy, beautiful, bizarre place I've ever been.

Instead of just looking back, whiplash-style, I can assume there's something else coming. Time just folds over itself, like origami.

I was grateful to be away from all that familiarity, to have a chance to do something anonymously.

Everything becomes closer once you realize that the world is only as far away as a nap and a meal.

Well, there's just some universal truths in a way that I've just observed to be true. You read Voltaire. You read modern literature. Anywhere you go, there's these observations about romantic love and what it does people, and these rotten feelings that rarely are people meaning to do that to each other.

You can get anywhere on earth by falling asleep.

I had to let myself imagine a calendar with no lines; when every single day is being predetermined six months in advance, there's no more fluidity to time.