Another piano falls, but this time it's me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings, or whatever.

See, that's the thing about L.A.- When you've mastered the art of feeling lonely in a room full of people, that's when you know.

In Los Angeles, everything is 100 percent organic, except the people.

And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can't help but miss the sticky-sweet warmth of a good old fashioned hot box.

The idyllic mayhem of two cultures colliding just doesn't seem as funny anymore.

A bag of bones can slip through small cracks in a crowd effortlessly.

In the movies, God is an actor just like everyone else.

If I told you that I imagine love to be a two-way mirror, which side of the mirror would you imagine me standing on?

Beauty is biased, brainless. It says little to nothing about anybody as far as ethics are concerned, so why not monetize it? Give it some value, pin it with a price point. Otherwise, it’s worthless.

I haven’t felt the full weightof the world on my shoulders, and I haven’t experienceda fraction of the painand embarrassment I’ve put out into this great bigwhite world.

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.

One always has a choice.

He leaned back, appalled at himself. She was a ***damn dose of truth serum. Things were falling out of his mouth as though his ability to sensor had short-circuited.

There was a considerable difference between the ages of my parents, but this circumstance seemed to unite them only closer in bonds of devoted affection.

My turner Mah'Lor is with me forever as well. At least his head is.

Intuition is like reading a word without having to spell it out. A child can't do that because it has had so little experience. A grown-up person knows the word because they've seen it often before.

Social and cultural history is often comprised of whatever diaries and letters remain and that is down to chance and wide open to interpretation.

The well taught philosophic mind To all compassion gives; Casts round the world an equal eye, And feels for all that lives.

In order to have creativity, you have to allow for dead ends to happen.

You soon learn there’s no elegance or dignity in death if you spend time in the castle kitchens. You learn how ugly it is, and how good it tastes.

The idea of an afterlife where you can be reunited with loved ones can be immensely consoling - though not to me.