Time is how you spend your love.

Art is the Western myth, with which we both console ourselves and make ourselves.

The belief that consciousness extends beyond death is surely to put more belief in the permanence of self, not less. That seems to me a comfort that you're allowing yourself.

I am very selfish, really. I lived for love.

The young people have a phrase for this now, which is "slay in your lane." That's a very important principle of writing. You have to work out what it is you can't do, obscure it, and focus on what works.

For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt--something is gained but something is lost.

Can't a rapper insist, like other artists, on a fictional reality, in which he is somehow still on the corner, despite occupying the penthouse suite?