By the time I was six, I made an important discovery that I get along much better with animals than humans.

At concerts I felt demeaned, like a vaudevillian.

To me, the ideal artist-to-audience relationship is a one-to-zero relationship. The artist should be granted anonymity.

Until I was about 13, somehow I managed to assume that everyone reacted to everything just about as I did. I took it for granted that everyone shared my passion for overcast skies. It came as quite a shock when I discovered that there were actually people who preferred sunshine.

Nothing is harder to dramatize than happiness.

A little while ago, I had this realization that so much of my happiness depended on what my career was looking like at that time, and that's, like, death of happiness right there.

Vampires get the joy of flying around and living forever, werewolves get the joy of animal spirits. But zombies, they're not rich, or aristocratic, they shuffle around. They're a group phenomenon, they're not very fast, they're quite sickly. So what's the pleasure of being one?

Each person is living for himself; his own happiness is all he can ever personally feel.