I remember somebody handed me Siddhartha when I was I think 18, and I started to read it and I just really didn't like it, and I left it and it was just gathering dust for years. Then maybe five years later, the world shook as I read it.

I am very close with my parents, they are very amazing, so loving, so cool, and really valued art.

God, our world is so complicated.

You get to be your own curator of your own exhibits inside.

Love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten

I don't really make records chronologically.

The world that has made us can no longer contain us