Some things are so sad that they have no name. I have tried to name them and I can't.

But I know what it means to crave what you're not. To want to sew up that rift because it's exhausting to hold it open. Sometimes you just need to be someone else, someone who doesn't care about anything at all. I know I do. I want emptiness but I can't have it.

I would love to love something, especially if I could do it without feeling like I was watching it die right in front of me.

I light candles. I meditate. And I don't believe in anything. By default I move simultaneously towards mysticism and atheism. It's not something that's ever going to get fixed.

For me it comes down to one thing: I'm trying to follow my own nature.

If you're with an agent and they don't like where your work is going - the pressure behind it is the pressure of the hierarchy which says "I know what I am talking about," which I find offensive.

The world is a violent child none of us will get to see grow up.