Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble.

I never have been a musician; I'm not actually capable. Because I can't even pretend to acquire the gift, all of my first feelings about art are still attached to music. I look at it yearningly, I look at it wonderingly. I behold it from afar, as something unattainable, something outside of myself, from which I can take nourishment, but I can't domesticate and master.

I had an all-Fear of Music iPod, just versions of the 11 songs from the record. No other songs allowed.

I have no one to blame for the construction for myself, of course, but I'm always surprised and slightly sulky when I realizeВ people are buying the whole thing.

Writing is a necessity and often a pleasure, but at the same time, it can be a great burden and a terrible struggle.

Consensual reality is both fragile and elastic, and it heals like the skin of a bubble.

Anyone could see it all coming and no one could possibly stop it and that was the beautiful thing. Friday night was open wide and writ in stone