We’ve spent so much time judging what other people created that we’ve created very, very little of our own.
First your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life.
Without pain, without sacrifice we would have nothing. Like the first monkey shot into space.
Make me into anything, but just love me.
That’s how a good story works. It changes how you feel. It brings you to a greater appreciation, a greater joy, of your own existence.
After you hear even the shortest great story, it should fill you with a little bit of fear.
I want you to invent it. I want you to have that skill. To create your own reality. Your own set of laws. I want to try and teach you that.
People fall so in love with their pain, they can’t leave it behind. The same as the stories they tell. We trap ourselves.
You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it’s just teeth.
I haven’t had a TV in 10 years, and I really don’t miss it. ’Cause it’s always so much more fun to be with people than it ever was to be with a television.
All the effort in the world won’t matter if you’re not inspired.
Angel says that rich people don’t like to tolerate much. Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn’t pretty and perfect. You can’t put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.
Here in your mind you have complete privacy. Here there’s no difference between what is and what could be.
What we think of as Halloween is really the product of media barons, city mayors, and candy-makers. You know, before the 1920s, Halloween was really a terrible, terrible night.
We don’t have a great war in our generation, or a great depression, but we do, we have a great war of the spirit. We have a great revolution against the culture. The great depression is our lives. We have a spiritual depression.
Hope is something really tough and tenacious you have to give up. It’s an addiction to break.
The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend.
The ultimate joke was the idea that capitalism would eat its own feces in order to make money, that would make fun of itself if capitalism thought there was a buck in it.
Most times, it’s just a lot easier not to let the world know what’s wrong.
Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed.