I love making YouTube videos. I love Tumblr, I love Twitter. I love talking with people I find interesting about stuff I find interesting, and the Internet is a great way to do that.

Some people have lives; some people have music.

The future will erase everything--there's no level of fame or genius that allows you to transcend oblivion. The infinite future makes that kind of mattering impossible.

I was a bit of a Victorian Lady, fainting-wise.

"You are fairly smart," I said after a while. "You are fairly good at compliments," he answered.

The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

I was struck by an awful thought, the kind that cannot be taken back once it escapes into the open air of consciousness; it seemed to me that this was not a place you go to live. It was a place you go to die.