My parents suffered from that ideal of a perfect nuclear family. They found that a difficult pressure, I think.

Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor, What have you done to my boy? He's not flesh and blood, he's aluminum alloy!" The doctor said gently, What I'm going to say will sound pretty wild. But you're not the father of this strange looking child. You see, there still is some question about the child's gender, but we think that its father is a microwave blender.

You don't know whether chimps are going to kill you or kiss you. They're very open on some levels and much more evil in a certain way.

It's very nice to have someone that you can have a completely abstract conversation with and leave the room, feel like everything's fine, and then realize that if you pick it apart, you have absolutely no idea what either of you said.

Visions are worth fighting for. Why spend your life making someone else's dreams?

I remember being forced to go to Sunday school for a number of years, even though my parents were not religious. No one was really religious; it was just the framework. There was no passion for it. No passion for anything. Just a quiet, kind of floaty, kind of semi-oppressive, blank palette that youre living in.

I was never interested in what everybody else was interested in. I was very interiorized. I always felt kind of sad.