“…someone being tortured by circumstance…”

“I’ll probably ruminate for about two hours over what I did wrong.”

“I nailed it for a week in New York, doing 12 gigs in 7 days.”

“Being the only comedian on a lineup of slam poets.”

“In LA, there’s fucking fruit hanging on every street corner.”

“It is hard for me to separate spectacle from substance”

“He’s prone to castigating the present literary generation’s hipster-laden irony”

“I haven’t been in shop class since high school...”

I said, “well, in the mid 1800s there was this BIG war…”

“Um, excuse me… but, like, would you mind going and fucking yourself?”

“I can talk to people, in like, human sentences, and not just like, throw up all over myself.”

“sometimes our feelings might not be our own”

…they seem to border more on porn than literature…

Remember the first person you fell in love with while at college? Blech.

“The sky is an aluminum landscape of purple balloons and streamers”

“to miss the field of yellow flowers
for the venom of its bees”

“Because the threat of violence was always nearby, I paid a lot of attention to it.”

Seeing beauty where beauty is usually overlooked…

Someone’s always watching what you’re doing…