Everybody is so sure about everything these days. Just look at your horrible Facebook feed on the most recent tragedy that people are commenting on.

Only cool people care about the origin stories of why they like something, and I'm not cool.

The whole exploitation thing is funny, too. Exploitation is the nature of the world, isn't it?

Samuel Clemens isn't Mark Twain. Mark Twain is Mark Twain. He doesn't become the thing until he creates himself.

We're artists. We cry out to be exploited on some level. Write a dissertation on my work. Write a biography about me.

I'm sure we're going to find out one day that the brain is as worthless as the appendix.

I think maybe it's my personality. People don't like my face.