... we had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

I moved his hair out of his face. I put my hand under his nose and felt gentle, even breaths. I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It’s not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone, and be told.

My way into making movies - into making things is general - has been through performing.

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 like embracing kind of normal forms but am always trying to approach them as if no one's ever done that before. As if I'm literally the first person to ever write a book.

Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

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.