Going On Letterman Is Like Going Off

Love Is An Exploding Cigar We Willingly Smoke.

Something Can Only Become An Illusion After Disillusionment. Before That, It Is Something Real. What Caused The Disillusionment? No One Told Me The Print On The Wall Was Just Ink And Paper And Had No Life Of Its Own. At Some Point The Cat Stopped Blinking, And I Stopped Thinking It Could.

I Found Myself Compelled, Like This Weird, Shameful Compulsion To Draw Cute Animals.

My Goal On My Bucket List Is To Write A Romantic Comedy Movie.

At The Center Of Everything We Call 'the Arts,' And Children Call 'play,' Is Something Which Seems Somehow Alive.