Simplicity, It Seems, Has Always Been Wasted

I Have Managed To Establish An Identity That Is Based On My Internal Self, And For That I Feel Tremendously Lucky.

In My Brief Glimpse Of What Is To Come I Realize How Little I Care To Witness It. I Have Seen The Future And I'm Fairly Relieved To Say, It Looks Nothing Like Me.

The Only Thing That Makes One An Artist Is Making Art. And That Requires The Precise Opposite Of Hanging Out; A Deeply Lonely And Unglamorous Task Of Tolerating Oneself Long Enough To Push Something Out.

Being A Stranger Was Like Being Dead, And Brought To Mind How, In A Book He Had Read That Most Folks Misunderstood One Common State: The Flip Side Of Love Is Indifference, Not Hate.

New York Is Breaking My Heart. I’ve Often Said That It’s Like Having A Really Interesting Boyfriend Suddenly Becoming Really, Really Into Wine, And Having To Have Endless Conversations About It.