I have to work hard and organize myself so that I'm present and not a slacker.

I've been thinking a lot about space. It was one of those slow-motion realisations how little we are, how far we are from everything else in our solar system. This idea of distance started kind of haunting me. How do you go forth and accomplish things but not end up leaving everything you started out with in the dust?

This is the way I want to die. Torn apart by angry fans who want me to play a different song.

And people are just people, They shouldn't make you nervous. The world is everlasting, It's coming and it's going.

Tomorrow you might get a phone call about something wonderful and you might get a phone call about something terrible.

I'm the hero of this story, I don't need to be saved

You're part of the human fabric of experience. You don't have to have cancer to write about cancer. You don't have to have somebody close to you die to understand what death is. Definitely, the more you live, the more experiences fall into your spectrum. As a writer, you must have been told: Write about what you know. But Kafka didn't. Gogol didn't. Did Shakespeare write only what he knew? Our own selves are limitless. And our capacity for empathy is giant.