I walk in the sprinkling rain like a lion. Pretty soon there won’t be lions anymore. If I have to die to be a lion I’ll die. I’m roaring, but in the language of rain...

I think love is sort of a con you play on yourself. I think the whole conception of love is something the previous generation invents to justify having created you. You know I think the...

I remember the revelation it was to me when I realized I’d rather be smart in the way Elvis Presley was than in the way, say, Ludwig Wittgenstein was. The thing was, you could imagine...

Amazing how the most obvious things escape your notice. Maybe the truth is exactly the things you don’t notice. Maybe the aim to see and tell the truth is inherently futile, a contradiction in terms,...