How self-centered, how arrogant... Imagine the awesome privilege of living in a society where you get to choose what you eat at each and every meal. When I was a kid, I was a vegetarian and a vegan for long stretches... I was a commodity cheese-atarian.

Somebody dies and people eat your food. Funny how that works.

I don't think the revisionist historians are accurate. I think their agendas are clouded by selfishness and anger and rage.

If it's fiction, then it better be true.

In order to know somebody through their words, I mean, it has to be an, it has to be a letter, you know? It has to be a long e-mail. It has to be a five-page hand-written letter, you know, it has to be overwhelming and messy and sloppy as humans are.

Sometimes it's called passing out and sometimes it's just pretending to be asleep

I think I was born with a suitcase.