We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which meant that we were not alone in this world.

We really wanted to know all the unknowable things about each other and how we were the same and how we were different, if we even were, maybe nobody is.

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

The things keeping you back-these embarrassing, boring, stupid obstacles-are the heart of what it is to be human. They’re the whole reason for making and needing art. So you might as well go ahead and begin in whatever way you can right now.

Collections are certainly abundant online. It's complicated, because it's not like these people didn't want computers, although there was some nonchalance about it. I would sometimes ask the people I interviewed if they wished they had a computer, and in a lot of cases, it was like they couldn't process the question. You don't know what you don't have, I guess.

He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.

It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.