I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.

I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.

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

When you hit a wall – of your own imagined limitations – just kick it in.

It's one of the great tragedies of our contemporary life in America, that families fall apart. Almost everybody has that in common.

I had a definite sense of somehow being a passenger in an evil vehicle crusing through Paradise.

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.