… it wasn’t pretend, I wasn’t in a fairytale or a fable. I shut my eyes and absorbed the silent whoomp that always accompanies this revelation. It’s the sound of the real world, gigantic and impossible, replacing the smaller version of reality that I wear like a bonnet, clutched tightly under my chin.

If you were wise enough to know that this life would consist mostly of letting go of things you wanted, then why not get good at the letting go, rather than the trying to have?

I spend a lot of time obsessing about getting a dignified eight hours' sleep.

It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn’t dying.

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'm not a cinephile. My films don't reference films. I'm more interested in rhythm and feeling.

Don't wait to be sure. Move, move, move.