you basically only want to read interviews with people way before they became important, or when they know they’re incredibly close to death.
people still in the middle of things can never be honest, they always will always tell you pleasant little fictions
Sometimes you want to say things, and you’re missing an idea to make them with, and missing a word to make the idea with. In the beginning was the word. That’s how somebody tried to explain it once. Until something is named, it doesn’t exist.