What is the point of it all? Not leaving legacies. But being ripe. Being ripe.

You know who my gods are, who I believe in fervently? Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson - she's probably the top - Mozart, Shakespeare, Keats. These are wonderful gods who have gotten me through the narrow straits of life.

I've always loved pigs: the shape of them, the look of them, and the fact that they are so intelligent.

It is such an abundance of idiocy that you lose courage. That you lose hope. I don't want to lose hope. I get through every day. I'm pretty good. I work. I sleep. I sing. I walk.

Kids lead a very private life.

You can't get rid of evil. We can't, and I feel that so intensely.

And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.