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

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.

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

I just realized that I never look at a painting and ask, 'Is this painting fictional or non-fictional?' It’s just a painting.

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.

Fellini is a just a province kid. Rome exists for Fellini, not the other way around.

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.