I remain exquisitely still. Anytime the eagle of another heart soars, whatever you are-mouse, toad, snake- don’t move. From such great heights, it might not see you.

It’s just I get this feeling – and I can’t believe I’m telling you this – but I get this feeling that life with him will be really, really good, but that I’m not a key part of that. You could take me out of the equation, replace me with someone else, and it would be the same equation.

I know already that I can survive it. That’s the sorrow of it all. That whatever comes I’ll survive it. I mean, even if the worst were to be true, would it really be the worst?

Not everyone’s life will be a great love story.

The problem with epiphanies is the next day they feel like they happened to someone else. Inspiration will get you nowhere in life.

Artists are always the Johnny Appleseeds of gentrification.

It's just I get this feeling -- and I can't believe I'm telling you this -- but I get this feeling that life with him will be really, really good, but that I'm not a key part of that. You could take me out of the equation, replace me with someone else, and it would be the same equation.

The architecture—the mind—is knitting together. It’s sentience. Vague sentience. All these years of formulating machines that know something, while the secret is to create machines that don’t know something.

Opinions are like ugly children … despite it all you love your own.

I remain exquisitely still. Anytime the eagle of another heart soars, whatever you are-mouse, toad, snake- don't move. From such great heights, it might not see you.