I think a pretty good modus operandi is to believe that everything we know is wrong. The stomach will be the key to depression or consciousness or we'll realize ants are smarter than people.

In memoir, can you really tell the truth about yourself? You're not going to write about your little peccadilloes, like, "I like a finger in my ass during sex." Or whatever it is. You're not going to come out in typical everyday conversation and say that. That's something that's going to be only for a select few.

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

I don't think anybody does anything anymore without commenting on why they're doing it or making fun of it as they're doing it.

We like something because someone else liked it.

There's always tons of crap music people are trying to sell us - [it's] the same way with publishers and galleries.

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