She Was An Artist. She Held Opposites

Love Isn’t A Thing, After All, But An Endless Series Of Single Acts.

I Had A Tourette's Period. And Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Things Would Get In My Brain That I Couldn't Get Out Of My Brain.

I Have A Theory... That Someplace At The Heart Of Most Compelling Stories Is Something That Doesn't Make Sense.

You're Only Good If You Can Do Bad And Decide Not To.

Only Sometimes You Can't Feel Anything About A Subject Without Hypothesizing Its Extinction.