Dallas Green is basically Canadian royalty.

I don't feel anti-love. I feel suspicious of love, and I feel suspicious of what it means to be in love. And I also feel suspicious of what it means to feel pretend love for someone.

I don't think people understand how stressful it is to explain what's going on in your head when you don't even understand it yourself.

Me being in love with a girl and wanting her to be with me, doing what I need to do to make her stay with me; it affects no one, yet it’s terrifying to people and they think you’re a monster.

I hate being so emotionally slutty. I need to stop loving everyone I have a long conversation with.

I live my life in a way that I feel completely comfortable with. I don't struggle with who I am, who I date, who I love, what I say or what I stand for, not just sexuality but everything.

Sometimes I worry I'm not going to be the best parent because if my baby gets a skin fungus I might sell him at a garage sale.

There's homophobia in every corner and pocket of this world but at the core you just love someone and want to make mixed tapes for them.

I didn't know someone could cry that much, I thought the tears would run out. They don't.

Sometimes, what probably makes writing songs really easy is that I've generally been attracted to situations that aren't always the healthiest.

Although we are Canadian, we have both vowed to remain unmarriad in solidarity with the millions who don't have the same rights as us around the world.

All the statistics in the world can't measure the warmth of a smile.

I always fill the chat box, almost every day, and end up deleting my heart.

At home, I relax by gardening, or just pottering.

A cough so robust that I tapped into two new seams of phlegm.

Policies that engage us again in the international fight for real climate protection.

It's not easy to find your own way when you believe that you need love, approval, appreciation, or anything from your family. It's particularly hard when you want them to see things your way.

What comes from oneself is nearly from no one. There is only me as a link.

Absolute prediction is completion . . . is death!

All human beings have the ability to transform like a caterpillar emerging from its cocoon and taking to the sky.