Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!
The world is a big place," he said, "but so is the inside of an apartment!
Songs are as sad as the listener.
Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.
I always write out of a need to read something, rather than a need to write something.
Reality Hunger is more than thought-provoking; it's one of the most beautiful books I've read in a long time.