That’s the big challenge of life—to chisel disappointment into wisdom so people respect you and you don’t annoy your friends with your whining.

I don't seek controversy. I don't seek to antagonize. Sometimes it happens, but I'm not there to argue politics.

Maybe depression is the most reasonable response to all the crap around us. Maybe it's the happy people who need medication.

What appealed to me was the intimacy of the medium, the fact that I was doing it from my home, and the fact that I wanted to talk. I was not there to plug things. I don't do a hell of a lot of research. I go on a sort of kindred-spirit bonding that preexists the interview, and just see what unfolds.

I'm weird; I have a very strange emotional memory. I really somehow hold on to even passing moments with people.

I sort of get tired of myself sometimes. When you're busy, your life becomes relatively small. But I don't really get tired of talking to other people.

I think sharing experience makes everything better. When people get talking about how they've overcome something or how they haven't, it's nourishing.