The story sometimes writes you into a corner.

That's the only way that I can figure out how to live, is to say, "Well, I don't know what this adds up to, but I can do the best I can."

I'm a liberal and I'm left of Gandhi and I don't like Trump.

There comes that phase in life when, tired of losing, you decide to stop losing, then continue losing. Then you decide to really stop losing, and continue losing. The losing goes on and on so long you begin to watch with curiosity, wondering how low you can go.

The bottom line for me is that life is short and art is long.

The internet kind of feels like happiness sometimes, however. It feels like stimulation.

If I find myself being too earnest and sentimental and hyperbolic and simplistic, which is definitely a tendency I have, then I bring in this perverse henchman.