That’s like comparing apples with hermaphroditic ground sloths.
Americans have become conditioned to believe the world is a gray place without absolutes; this is because we’re simultaneously both cowardly and arrogant. We don’t know the answers, so we assume they must not exist.
Perhaps we humans are still in command, and perhaps there really will be a conventional robot war in the not-so-distant future. If so, let’s roll.
All my friends are rock critics, so we talk about rock criticism a lot. Because of that, in order to be part of the conversation, you have to have an awareness of what the discussion is.
It doesn’t matter what you can do if you don’t know why you’re doing it.
The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably.
My mind and gut are never simpatico: Every time I think somebody likes me, she doesn’t; every time I think somebody doesn’t like me, she does. This has never changed and I’m certain it never will.
Let’s face it: Sadness and evil are always more believable than happiness and love. When a movie reviewer calls a film “realistic,” everyone knows what that means – it means the movie has an unhappy ending.
We’re all tourists, sort of. Life is tourism, sort of. As far as I’m concerned, the dinosaurs still hold the lease on this godforsaken rock.
Real people are actively trying to live like fake people, so real people are no less fake. Every comparison becomes impractical. This is why the impractical has become totally acceptable; impracticality almost seems cool.
If someone breaks your heart, just punch them in the face. Oh sure, it seems obvious now, but you’d be amazed at how many people don’t think of it when it’s relevant. Seriously, punch them in the face and go get some ice cream.
The essays are different because ultimately it’s things I’m interested in, and I’m really just writing about myself and using those subjects as a prism.
If I’m around spiders, my fear isn’t so much the spider, but my fear is that I’m somewhere rustic and that spiders are crawling around. I must be in the woods.
When you’re writing for newspapers you have all these parameters. You can’t swear, you have to use short paragraphs, all that. If you stay within those parameters, you have lots of freedom because you’re writing for the next day.
At a magazine, everything you do is edited by a bunch of people, by committee, and a lot of them are, were, or think of themselves as writers. Part of that is because magazines worry about their voice.
It’s peculiar what you remember when you’re not trying.
The things he did on purpose were usually no different from the mistakes he made by accident.
I grew up on a farm, and we didn’t have cable and only limited radio stations, so I wasn’t inundated with culture the way people in other parts of the country were. But I was really interested in it.
I’m good at being by myself. I guess if you’re a writer you get used to that.
Styx and The Stones may break my bones but ‘More than Words’ will never hurt me.