Intensity is the desire to receive. Open yourself to light and you will become light.

To tell someone not to be emotional is to tell them to be dead.

The truth is I am inventing the maybe. I can only make the choices I make, so why torture myself with what I might have done, when all I can handle is what I have done? The Maybe Islands are hostile to human life.

I think heterosexuality and homosexuality are a kind of psychosis, and the truth is somewhere in the middle.

What is it that you contain? The Dead. Time. Light patterns of millennia. The expanding universe opening in your gut. Are your twenty-three feet of intestines loaded with stars?

The crazy thing is that when we go to somebody's house, what's better than looking at their bookshelves? Nobody's ever going to say, "Can I see the index to your Kindle?" It's so depressing and so unsexy. Sure, it's there, but nobody is going to get excited by that.

Confidence and superiority: It's the usual fundamentalist stuff: I've got the truth, and you haven't.