Because if you don't stand up for the stuff you don't like, when they come for the stuff you do like, you've already lost.

There are stories you build and there are stories you construct; then there are the stories that you hack out of rock removing all the things that are not the story.

To be honest, I think love is complete bullshit. I don't think anyone ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared, so when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love.

Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that. It’s true of everybody.

You’re alive. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

In reality the world is made of thousands of groups of about five hundred people, all of whom will spend their lives bumping into each other, trying to avoid each other, and discovering each other in the same unlikely teashop in Vancouver. There is an unavoidability to this process. It's not even coincidence. It's just the way the world works, with no regard for individuals or propriety.

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.