I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life. Some of them. Not all.

It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.

We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

You're sick. Sick and evil and weird.

Names come and names go.

If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends.