“I really did not feel okay about any of this, and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.”

“There was nothing in this world that was not a con, suddenly I understood this. Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost. ”

“People are always breaking through, like in the Doors song 'Break on Through (To the Other Side)'. But I really had. I had broken through twice now, and my feeling about the universe was that it was porous and radical and you could turn it on, you could even fuck around with the universe.”

“Did you ever really love her? Not really no. But me? Yes. Even though I have no pizzazz?”

“We were excited about getting jobs; we hardly went anywhere without filling out an application. But once we were hired - as furniture sanders - we could not believe this was really what people did all day. Everything we had thought of as The World was actually the result of someone's job. Each line on the sidewalk, each saltine. Everyone had a rotting carpet and a door to pay for. Aghast, we quit. There had to be a more dignified way to live. We needed time to consider ourselves, to come up with a theory about who we were and set it to music.Something That Needs Nothing”

“Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.”

“All I ever really want to know is how other people are making it through life—where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside of it.”