Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness.

The job of the artist is to point at things.

Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.

LA isn’t a walking city, or a subway city, so if someone isn’t in my house or my car we’ll never be together, not even for a moment. And just to be absolutely sure of that, when I leave my car my iPhone escorts me, letting everyone else in the post office know that I’m not really with them, I’m with my own people, who are so hilarious that I can’t help smiling to myself as I text them back.

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

I could not make a move without making love.

He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.