“Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.”

“The sun is nice but it lights things up so much that you can't see very far… The night time is better. It stretches your soul to the stars.”

“Fun, like champagne bubbles, can't completely fill you up.”

“You can't do everything at the same time, don't be too much in a hurry. Space out yourself, rest, understand yourself and love yourself.”

“I've learned that you can't have everything and do everything at the same time.”

“Time is too conceptual. Not that it stops us from filling it in. So much so, we can't even tell whether our experiences belong to time or to the world of physical things.”

“Why are the heavens not filled with light? Why is the universe plunged into darkness?”

“But by that time you do not much care whether she smiles or frowns. Why could she not have smiled when her smiles would have filled you with ecstasy? Everything comes too late in this world.”

“When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell a story: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness.”

“Everything in Los Angeles is too large, too loud and usually banal in concept… The plastic asshole of the world.”