Problems always start long before you really, really see them.

There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.

There’s something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Safer to be feared than loved.

I grew up in the '80s where there's a lot of these kind of post-apocalyptic, post-comet, post-whatever it was, so that always captured my imagination a lot as a little kid, that idea of getting access to secret places and being able to roam around where you're not supposed to.

How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?

I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can't help it, it's what I've always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona feels good, what's coveted, what's au courant? I think most people do this, they just don't admit it, or else they settle on one persona because they are too lazy or stupid to pull a switch.