I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

You either have a great social life and shitty taste in music, or a fantastic taste in music with barely any social life.

To be human is to catch the falling person.

You will not kill my girlfriend today, International Terrorists of Ambiguous Nationality!

I choose the labyrinth.

Of course I tensed up when he touched me. To be with him was to hurt him-inevitably. And that's what I'd felt as he reached for me: I'd felt as though I were committing an act of violence against him, because I was.

One of the things I like about making stuff in the age of the Internet, is that people make stuff in response to it. You can see people respond to your work visually or musically or with writing.