She Was Nice. Nice Is Good.

I Think Generally I'm Kind Of Interested In Subjective Experience, What Goes On Inside Someone's Head, That Being All They Really Know Of The World.

It Occurred To Me That Every Work Of Art Is A Synecdoche, There's No Way Around It. Every Creative Work That Someone Does Can Only Represent An Aspect Of The Whole Of Something. I Can't Think Of An Exception To That.

Sand Is Overrated. It's Just Tiny Little Rocks.

I've Kind Of Come To The Conclusion That What Passes For Realism In Movies Has Nothing To Do With Reality And That My Stuff Is More Realistic Than That.

I Think That People Have Expectations Of Themselves And Other People That Are Based On These Fictions That Are Presented To Them As The Way Human Life And Relationships Could Be, In Some Sort Of Weird, Ideal World, But They Never Are. So You're Constantly Being Shown This Garbage And You Can't Get There.