A lot of children don't have a developed aesthetic. I did. I made early choices in life, even about cloth; I liked flannel and not polyester.

My sunglasses are like my guitar.

We go through life. We shed our skins. We become ourselves.

To be an artist — actually, to be a human being in these times — it’s all difficult. … What matters is to know what you want and pursue it.

Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire.

Where does it all lead? What will become of us? These were our young questions, and young answers were revealed. It leads to each other. We become ourselves.

Life isn't some vertical or horizontal line -- you have your own interior world, and it's not neat.

I imagined myself as Frida to Diego, both muse and maker. I dreamed of meeting an artist to love and support and work with side by side.

Swift is the arrow, dark is the thorn, the slate is clean, the future awaits, awake.

Make your interactions with people transformational, not just transactional.

To me, punk rock is the freedom to create, freedom to be successful, freedom to not be successful, freedom to be who you are. It's freedom.

Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.

A "Normal" person is the sort of person that might be designed by a committee. You know, "Each person puts in a pretty color and it comes out gray."

My wife and I were never happy here. Spain can be narrow-minded, and provincial. In LA you don't have to justify yourself. I think I will leave here again soon and move back there.

I'm trying to climb up both walls at once.

African history is filled with experiences of people shooting their way to power and then splintering into factions, like in Somalia and Liberia.

I'm a social caterpillar. I am not a social butterfly

Math can explain the reason there's one out of four chance that I'd have blue eyes. But it doesn't explain why me.

Things are not at all what they seem to be: oh no, not at all.

Science blogs bore me. When everyone is an expert, no one is an expert.

We can't get kicked out of McDonald's! This is like the DMZ of drunk eating.