Art is an artifice that you try to make seem natural.

I'm a citizen of the republic of empathy.

I felt as though I were snorting cocaine, or rappelling down a cliffside, or cliffsurfing off a cliff of pure cocaine.

People gave names to things so they could tell stories about them, goddam fairy tales about children who got out alive.

Yes, we could solve for why, but we could also eat another slice of coconut cake.

You think you know yourself, the world. You believe you've got a bead on everybody else's bullshit, but what about your own?

No emotion or insight is too small to inflict on the world. Let it all fly. Don't let it eat you from the inside.