When I was young I was a fool. So wrap me up in dreams and death.

Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different.

It's only a world, after all, and they're just sand grains in the desert, worlds.

Hey, that's life, flick it off if you can't take a joke.

People take on the shapes of the songs and the stories that surround them, especially if they don't have their own song.

When things go wrong, this is what you should do. Make good art.

In every way that counted, I was dead. Inside somewhere maybe I was screaming and weeping and howling like an animal, but that was another person deep inside, another person who had no access to the lips and face and mouth and head, so on the surface I just shrugged and smile and kept moving. If I could have physically passed away, just let it all go, like that, without doing anything, stepped out of life as easily as walking through a door I would have done. But I was going to sleep at night and waking in the morning, disappointed to be there and resigned to existence.