As expected: she, the daughter of the Fall, recipient of its heaviest radiation, loved atomically.

You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.

I can't imagine anybody who ends up being an artist who didn't pass through a time of geekiness.

She smelled like herself, like the wind through a tree.

Part of it is eight years of a black president, and white America still lost their [minds] about that. Part of it is a Republican politics of vicious, vicious partisan [stuff] that has completely poisoned what we would call the political rhetorical sphere. All of these things come together in a perfect storm.

Our relationship wasn't the sun, the moon, the stars, but it wasn't bullshit, either.

Mexico City is the center of art and culture and politics and has been and continues to be for Latin America in a way that I think really called to me as an artistic person, as someone that was interested in the politics of Latin America, you know. God, every single famous person in Latin American history and art and politics seems to have found their way to Mexico City.