We are random animals. That is who we are, and we have only ourselves, nothing more--there is no greater relationship.

To her, writing is making stock and reading is sipping broth, but only the spoken word is the full roasted chicken.

The holy word is story, and story is the holy word.

There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all.

Under the pathologist's microscope, life and death fight in an illuminated circle in a sort of cellular bullfight. The pathologist's job is to find the bull among the matador cells

There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.

Whats on my mind? I think the question is, where is my mind?

I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the rotten night air, and I miss, I miss, I miss.

I love to beatbox and have been doing it before I even knew what it was.

I believe that the very process of looking can make a thing beautiful.

I don't believe in hell. I believe in unemployment, but not hell.

I want to move back to the East Coast. I like Venice, but L.A. is ugly. I would kill myself if I had to look out the window and see some places in L.A. every day.

The great political tragedy of our time is that conservative leaders in America have chosen to use their superior messaging and political skills to thwart serious action on global warming.

Songwriting is like going to church. I'm connecting to something, and it's rewarding in really important ways. I don't need to share it with anyone to feel good about it.

I don't get depressed. When I feel an attack, I withdraw. I disappear, I replenish, and then I come back.