I Don't Have A Style. I Wouldn't

When I'm Writing, I'm Trying To Immerse Myself In The Chaos Of An Emotional Experience, Rather Than Separate Myself From It And Look Back At It From A Distance With Clarity And Tell It As A Story. Because That's How Life Is Lived, You Know?

Meet Me In Montauk.

I'm Interested In Art, And I Think About The Process Of Making Art. It's Part Of My Personality, My Experience Of The World, So It Ends Up In The Movies. It's Where My Head Is.

The World Needs You. It Doesn't Need You At A Party Having Read A Book About How To Appear Smart At Parties - These Books Exist, And They're Tempting - But Resist Falling Into That Trap. The World Needs You At The Party Starting Real Conversations, Saying, 'i Don't Know,' And Being Kind.

There Are Too Many Ideas And Things And People. Too Many Directions To Go. I Was Starting To Believe The Reason It Matters To Care Passionately About Something, Is That It Whittles The World Down To A More Manageable Size.