People who don’t know how to summarize have no dignity. Neither do people who needlessly drag on their messy lives. They who don’t know the beauty of simplification, of pruning away the unnecessary, die without ever comprehending the true meaning of life.

We are all born artists. ... Almost everything kids do is art.

Life is a continuous cycle of once-terrifying things becoming normal.

[We often] criticize the people on TV: 'He just can't act.' 'You call that singing?' ... We get jealous not because we're evil, but because we have little artists pent up inside us.

Sometimes fiction is more easily understood than true events. Reality is often pathetic.

There are only two ways to be a god: through creation or murder.

And still everything’s the same, even though I did my best to get as far away as I could.