Seth told us good night and left. I watched him go wistfully. “Anyone else here feel like swooning?
I look at other members of my generation who have basically done one thing, and one thing well, and have been handsomely rewarded for it.
Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in the cage.
If you don't fit into this kind of like gossipy, trendy, Web-hit thingy, you're relegated to sort of second-class celebrity status.
We had a wonderful time with this kind of grunge awareness, where suddenly rock was cool again. People wanted to head loud guitars. It was a great time, and I'm glad we were there. But the gimmick part has worn off.
I think it would be very interesting to see that many people would probably be okay with paying more for services and goods that they felt were more holistically [generated]. Which means the death of the old system which rewarded people for taking advantage of one another.
I mean my point as an artist is I'm on my own little weird journey across the sky here and whether or not anybody's listening, or listening to the degree I would like them to, at the end of the day has to be an inconsequential thing because I can't chase this culture.
Election made me more aware, more conscious, more sensitive. Not just of sexism but of discrimination in all areas - class, gender, race. I had realized that there were problems.
If you make your living writing, and you can't write anything, it's over. It's very frightening.
If you look at romantic comedies as pieces of commerce, the audience is looking for wish fulfillment.
I am convinced that those who get themselves involved in the machinery of power politics, even for the purpose of destroying it, are bound to fail in their purpose. To destroy it we have to stay out of it. If we want to cut down a tree, it is of no use to climb into its branches. The desire to keep contact with something, even to destroy it, is a subtle and insidious illusion.