The promise of eternal life makes people forsake the life they're given.

Practice not wanting, desiring, judging, doing, fighting, knowing. Practice just being. Everything will fall into place.

We live in a world that's very fast, where we get bombarded with huge amounts of information very quickly, and I have tried to tailor my voice to the times, which I think, writers, over the course of history - many have always done.

It started when she passed me a note in English class. The note said you don't seem as awful as I hear you are. I passed one back that read: beware I am as awful as people say and worse. She laughed and I had a friend. She didn't become my Ally and I didn't ask her to or want her to but she became my friend and that was more than anyone else was willing to do.

When I was a screenwriter, I was doing it for mercenary reasons.

There are no categories in contemporary art. There are no rules. Artists are given the freedom to make and create whatever they please and call it whatever they please. I identify with that system, or lack of system, much more than I do the landscape of contemporary publishing.

Its not just a smile of momentary happiness. When it disappears from my face, it will stay with me.