I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

I didn't have any vices before the Internet. There are a lot of cracks in the day, moments where you don't know what to do next, so you have a little hole where you look at your phone. You want something that will mean you're not alone in that moment.

I actually don't have a great surplus of ideas. Some evolve very slowly, over many years, but I sort of trust that all of the interesting ones will become something that I eventually end up doing.

My ideal life is just lounging around the house and every once in a while I'll kind of write something, and then I'll leave and eat something and masturbate or whatever - just this very fluid life of comforting myself.

Thus far, everything I've made has come out of my really feeling it, out of the fire of my life.

I can guarantee you nothing I do is a conscious attempt to inject something in.

I had a joint once and I didn't feel right for a whole year