Maybe life is just … bad ART. There’s not really a narrative, or a plotline. Everything is just so slipshod. Characters appear and then they go away away for awhile and then they come back, and then they get killed off for no good reason.

At the beginning of the war, everyone was so confused. ‘Why does everyone hate us?’ We couldn’t understand. Well. They hate us because we’re rich, and we’re democratic, and we’re free. But you know, it’s like that beautiful girl in high school. And she says, ‘I don’t understand why everyone hates me. Everyone hates me because I’m beautiful.’ No. They hate you … because you’re a JERK.