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.

I'm a true-crime addict. It's not something I'm particularly proud of, but I can't stop.

The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it.

I think there is something very relatable in the idea that you hit a certain age, later in your life, where you realize you have to pick up the rug and see what's underneath it and deal with stuff.

Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.

Most beautiful, good things were done by women people scorn.

They always call depression the blues, but I would have been happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.