You can’t keep messing me around like this. It’s been going on too long. I can’t take it anymore. I get sick every time you come around. Then I get sick when you leave. You’re like a disease to me.

My dad had a lot of bad luck. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one.

[Rewriting is] a whole other art form; it's about craftsmanship.

There's gonna be a general lack of toast in the neighborhood this morning.

The words I overuse are all adverbs.

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.

Beginnings are definitely the most exciting, middles are perplexing and endings are a disaster.