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.

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

We like something because someone else liked it.

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

So much of our culture is bought and manufactured - not to say great art can't come out of that. Some art is really amazing that is manufactured and sold, like action movies and stuff.

The things that I have loved have always been those extremes where there has been some kind of apocalypse in the person's life, and they come out unscathed or scathed.

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