In Real Life We Don't Know What's

I Hate Endings. Just Detest Them. Beginnings Are Definitely The Most Exciting, Middles Are Perplexing And Endings Are A Disaster. … The Temptation Towards Resolution, Towards Wrapping Up The Package, Seems To Me A Terrible Trap. Why Not Be More Honest With The Moment? The Most Authentic Endings Are The Ones Which Are Already Revolving Towards Another Beginning. That’s Genius.

The California I Knew, Old Rancho California, Is Gone. It Just Doesn't Exist, Except Maybe In Little Pockets. I Lived On The Edge Of The Mojave Desert, An Area That Used To Be Farm Country. There Were All These Fresh-produce Stands With Avocados And Date Palms. You Could Get A Dozen Artichokes For A Buck Or Something. Totally Wiped Out Now.

I Don't Want To Be A Playwright, I Want To Be A Rock And Roll Star.

I Don't Understand My Feelings. I Really Don't. I Don't Understand How I Could Hate You So Much After So Much Time. How, No Matter How Much I'd Like To Not Hate You, I Hate You Even More. It Grows.

[rewriting Is] A Whole Other Art Form; It's About Craftsmanship.