Sometimes I worry about being a success in a mediocre world.
It's a more ridiculing, divisive humor today.
I try to be cynical, but it's so hard to keep up.
If truth is beauty, how come no one has their hair done in the library?
There's nothing sadder than getting to the end of your life and saying, 'I didn't do it right'.
I feel some part of me can wake up and be very existential and the next day wake up and be sort of in love with the universe.