But I know the difference. Everyone else is a ghost. I exist here alone, stranded by choice. Deserted.

When in doubt, ingest carbs.

I wanted to talk to someone. But who? It’s moments like this, when you need someone the most, that your world seems smallest.

I can be a badass DJ when I want, but I am also an insufferable music snob.

It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.

I want to believe there is a somebody out there for me. I want to believe that I exist to be there for that somebody.

The reward is in the risk.

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

Wherever I went, I was on the wrong end of the stampede.

Dumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.

One of the failures of cellular communication is that tiredness often comes across as sadness.

I’m secretly looking forward to someone whom I’m no longer ashamed to explain myself to, whom I can peel off all my metaphors and codes and reveal what the hell has happened all these years.

Making appointments with yourself and scheduling other things around them is key to proactive self-management.

Honesty, like any inclination, can become a ruling passion, a monomania almost.

The evidence is truly overwhelming that disease is pluri-causal.

A good country song taps into strong undercurrents of family, faith, and patriotism.

Where your will is ready, your feet are light.

Men make history, not the other way around.

No big shocker that following Jesus is costly. The best things in life always are.

I am not an angry guy. It's just the roles I do that impact my personality.

For me acting is pretending. It's illuminating my human struggle - trying to grow and have the courage to be filmed while figuring things out.