A secret talent or hobby Hmm I weirdly collect shot glasses.

I'm always looking for a girlfriend.

Everything that happens helps you grow, even if its hard to see right now.

They're just opinions, what people say about you. None of that stuff's true. The only thing that matters is what you think of yourself.

Find out whats possible, If you never give up.

I like girls that have a nice smile and nice eyes. I want to date a girl who understands my busy schedule and that I have to be on tour a lot. And she has to make me laugh!

I told my fans online how I hated my squeaky office chair. One day, a fan sent me a new chair. It was crazy! I still use the chair today. Pretty awesome.

If I see my fans crying, I just want to give them a hug and tell them I love them.

I love fashion. I like looking fresh and wearing new stuff.

I think that it's important to have good people around you, like my friends.

I would go on the iTunes chart and see the hottest songs, then I'd cover them. People would go on YouTube and search for those songs. That's how I got my views. I'd post two or three songs a week.

Apes. The moon woke them--round the world's navel revolvedprayer wheels of steps.

At a certain point talk about 'essence' and 'oneness' and the universal becomes more tautological than inquisitive.

Job plunges into a series of demands on and accusations of God which may be and indeed are epigrams of high intelligence, but are not noticeably patient.

Am I lost or just less found?

There are so many dramatic actors where I would give all of my anything to have their careers, but I don't think I can try to follow anyone.

Education is an atmosphere, a discipline, a life

If Lance is clean, it is the greatest comeback in the history of sports. If he isn't, it would be the greatest fraud.

Clothes form the intellect of the dandy.

The walls are covered -crammed- with writing. No. Not writing. They are covered with a single four-letter word that has been inscribed over and over, on every available surface. Love.

In luck or out the toil has left its mark: That old perplexity an empty purse, Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.