All of nature talks to me - if I could just figure out what it's saying - trees are swinging in the breeze. They're talking to me. Insects are rubbing their legs together. They're all talking. They're talking to me.

People who were born alone are defined by feelings like "Who's gonna be with me when I die? Who will ever understand me? Will I always feel so alone? Maybe if I write a book..." and you forget that that doesn't help you so much.

They say that Heaven is like TV... a perfect little world, that doesn't really need you.

I don't take compliments so well. I always hang my head and shuffle and kind of try to immediately forget.

You need to try to master the ability to feel sad without actually being sad.

I believe that the purpose of death is the release of love.

Why do you have to translate and decode things? Just let the image be. It will have a special kind of reality that it won't once it's decoded.