At least I carpe'd that one diem.

Love is just a shout in the void.

There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it.

The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness.

Chicago is the Great American City, and it was really great to live there during a time of economic expansion and opportunity and growth. I felt like I was living at the center of the world. Unlike New York, no one expects you to be a professional writer.

I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. 'The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.' That's God, I think, the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren't lost.

You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town.