The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven...

Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

We laugh & it pits the world against us.

I am singing now while Rome burns.

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.