All of my role models, whether it was the disciples, or John the Baptist or Arthur Rimbaud, slept under the stars.

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.

I shall not dwell in the past...I shall not dread the present...I shall not fear the Future...For as Long as I live...I shall only think of success.

I just want to make music that glorifies the Lord and continue to see revival happen all over the world and to see people meet Jesus. That's it.

I feel like the Internet has embraced the pizza dance. I feel appreciated for once in my life.

You’re disgusting when you eat,” Chuck said, sitting on the bench next to him. “It’s like watching a starving pig eat his own klunk.

I don't know what I could do besides sing but I'm not worried because I figure I've got the rest of my life to find out!

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

When he woke, daylight was coming through the glass floor, and a boy's voice said, "Oh...You are in so much trouble.

I am not a wolf in sheep's clothing, I'm a wolf in wolf's clothing.

The trout in yonder wimpling burn - That glides, a silver dart, - And, safe beneath the shady thorn, - Defies the anglers art.

On a personal level, you wear different masks.